You held me
While the wind played its sorrow
Wailing desperately against the window side
Yelling its hollowed sound vibrating the pane
Expressing the turmoil of weathered scorn
Like a child tantrum that I wish I could feel
Fall lamenting the passing of time
Bought at high cost
Hours covetted for the comfort it brought
Images
The salt of sweat
Dragging me across the bed
Hot hands on heated skin

The feel of your breath against my nape
Sensitive ears swept by the cascade of sensation
Your touch shaking me awake
Aware of the placement of hands
Holding me hostage
Stern grip in sleep
As if I would disapear
**** out of existance
Dull creaking of joints locked

Head suspended on the rise
Of your chest
Sleepily
Running my lips across your brow
Pink nails running across black hair
Trying for quiet tears
How I have missed you
So full of elation I might
Dissolve into nothing