There were times
she felt
like his bad habit

    passionately
longed for,

quickly savored,

and then
carelessly crushed

beneath
the weight
of his world

---

soft
black swirls
finger touched
round
the edges

your face
indistinct in this
... my heart's
portrait
of features
obscured
by

memory

my
fingers
dark tipped
smear the
newsprint

perhaps
one day the
charcoal
will be
so heated
and compressed
by loving
rememberance
the planes
of your bones
become
facets
of
a

diamond


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/31/2015