Tag: poetry

My fingers traced your skin in curve and line,

My touch the eyes of memory as you slept

Warm against my skin and breathing softly,

In the sunlight.

My pillow held the hollow where you lay,

With love glazed eyes that held me,

Watching as the wildness took me,

Smiling up at me.

I lay my head within that hollow space

An unmade bed my keepsake of the night,

The fantasy of skin and loving lingers

Calling my tears.

                           SCV