She disappeared with the black spot
that crossed the sun
and left behind footsteps of a dream
made of velvet and fire
and I could still feel the earth and soil
of her poetry echoing between
the outline of her ghost
and the curve of her smile
she left in the shadow of the moon
and I could hear her heart beating
in the far distant woods
of the stars drunk in sky
from the envy they felt
of her sensual skin glistening
in the mist and memory of oceans uncharted
and shores where sin and love
we free to embrace
without guilt or shame
and I wondered where her name had gone
and how her lips would taste
and what could have been
if I had traveled beyond
the love for the words she wrote
in fire and velvet
still burning in the footprints
she left behind in a dream