sligobay: Without

Thursday, June 2, 2011

I call but there's no anwer and I write without reply,

I look but cannot find you, my reach is always shy;

I long for lost embraces, sustained, secure, and sure,

and remnant spectral traces that may still endure;

Your smile was brilliant sunshine piercing thunderous cloud,

Your laughter, sweet succour, lifting gloom's maudlin shroud;

Your smell, fragrant musk, sentimental pheromone,

Your lush long locks within my fumbling fingers, now gone;

Centigrade risings from our loins, taut, intense, long missed,

Retrograde passion of our lips, locked wetly, deep kissed;

Lemonade bitter parting, sugar shared so sweetly,

Soothing strokes of silken skin, severed so neatly;

Love lost impales the soul upon the stake of desire,

Trove of heartfelt treasure, in flames, upon cruel pyre.

sligobay