Words fall off the pages

Two months in the comfort covers

Pillows were softer then wet kiss

How you lick your lips is my religion

Hands Softer then butterfly wings and there not even cold

I walked into the room dripping in Gold

A wave of heaven in your touch as a you softly read me first.

The birds carried you off as I remembered what it was like to be with you my love.

Tears fall even now when my knees were weak like the room though
As I gaze at your tomb stone.