The morning front grasping green hairs.
The heat of the earths breath rising.
My fingers run along the hardwood furniture
Soft
Sleek
Indestructible.
They follow a path; a road.
“Angels were here”, I mumbled
Their dust gave them away
Pretending not to exist
While gallivanting around
Secretly alluring attention
They sprinkled mountains.
I saw them play in it last night
Their perfect bodies twirling in a familiar dance
His hands were firm and demanding but gentle on her face
Hers, so delicately traced the contours of his body
Goosebumps.
I smiled at the memory
Aroused.
My bed; mismatched sheets
A mere mattress on the floor
Ashes lay, sprawled on the carpet
“Angel dust”, I murmured
“You never fail to amaze me”
The shower turned off
“Never”, I whispered