Feels like a soul floating,
Naked but knowing exactly
What can wrap it with joy.
Yet it remains bare,
For that happiness cannot be worn.
Doing so would be
More wanton than its ******.
I lay here on this bed
Where I return to nakedness.
As the body next to me
Had its fiery garb grew fainter,
Swift as we share it in minutes.
I watched away as soon as he fades
For my thoughts still live with the day
When your hands were enough to clad me in love.
Now, I feel cold after settling to his cloth
That dies like the petals of the morning flowers.
I miss your palms and the happiness that covers me,
Too bad I had to stay this way seen by the world
And can never again wear the joy of your love
That was never been mine forever.