The lines that contain her face
Turn to smoke
And gently float
To mix with the sky and disappear.
While delicious scent,
The sweet perfume of her breath
And her tussled hair
Grows lighter and softer and paler til gone.
The sweetest taste I’ve known,
That of her laughing kiss,
Is now replaced with dry cracked lips
Who reminisce
Of a darting dancing passionate tongue.
Her dark eyes blur, her shining smile fades,
My memories drift to old love letters on yellowed pages,
Where yearning prose once begged and borrowed
And hopeful hearts dreamed of tomorrow.
I watch my hands grow old and lined
Forgetting now what laid beneath
When press to silk or bare skin shared
While shoulders touched and travels fared.
But as strong as ever remains behind
The beating in my chest,
The muscles on my face
That produce a fleshy smile,
The worn out insides of my eyelids
Where I search for her
As I tumble into the canyons of sleep,
And wait for her face, her scent, her eyes, her kiss
To keep me until daylight’s break.