Was it the words or the picture or the painting I imagined of what your love would feel like that caused my heart to tremble and lose count of the number of times it had been broken
I forgot what life I was living and couldn't tell the now from the then
were you a love lost and forgotten or a name I had yet to kiss  and what was hiding behind  the shy
disguise of your eyes
Was it a hunger for lust or love
or just hands needing  blood
to **** a little time
or was it  unknown colors
that lead to the magic of pleasures
you keep hidden beneath
the blanket of your dreams
And the corner of your lips
where your smile ended
did it curve and bend towards the direction of seduction
or was it a smirk of satisfaction from a recent ribcage you had plundered
above your mattress as the
clock ticked slowy past 2 am
and when you had finished
you left not even the ghost of a soul
I couldn't tell if I was lost in a thought of a shipwreck sleeping at the bottom of your sea or being eaten by the desire of a dream with the teeth of your kiss and all I could do was watch in a helpless sedation
as my imagination painted  
while reading the eyes in your picture
and gazing at the stars in your words

The light touches
of the wind,
caress the blush
in reddened cheeks.

Gentle fingers abscond
with the moisture
in hapless tears.

Teasing playfully,
the obstinacy
of wayward strands.

Inciting a smile
from a heavy heart,
lifting off the anvil
that carry all fears.