A sudden shiver
reminds me of the time
when you held my hand
in the dark.
"Everything will be alright"
is what your touch told me.

I believed you,
and remember the way your breath was hot on my skin
as you kissed your way down my neck.
Leaving feeling in your wake
and arching my back towards you.
Sending goosebumps down my arms
to where our fingers were intertwined.

Finally you fell asleep,
in the crook of my arm you rested
your soft shock of hair.
I just wanted to remain frozen
and never meet the dawn again.
Tingling lips remind me of where yours lingered,
soft yet full of passion.

Who knew it'd be the last time?
I was not surprised.
No night that perfect,
can ever be repeated.
the gods would get jealous
and send a horrible plague.
I don't believe there are gods,
for what beings could let me endure this torture,
of craving your skin on mine,
and give me naught but a single glance
or stray smile
to quell this growing hunger.

Torture.
Absolute torture.
To see your affections directed at another.
but that is life.
Alas, that is life.