The gentle hugs you’d give
The way your arms wrapped
around me as to a blanket
leaving your colognes’ scent

My covers could never
hold me as tightly as you

The thickness of your lips
interfered with my cheek
I could only blush
of the nomadic past

My pillow could never
Kiss me as you did

The sweat on your palm
holding mine, you were nervous
The last whisper of your voice
It was simply perfect


  Could never be replaced by sorrow
Can never be relived by memories

From the meadows we would walk
to the laughter you would bring
From the ground up above
to the dirt down beneath

Those nights you were comfort
The days you were just mine
To the rain that poured
on your casket that night

I saw the feeling in your eyes
of hope and relief
I heard the last words you spoke
Reminding me you love me

I touched the body
with a soul now resting
I cried the last time
I could feel your presence

She is only a predator
devouring the sour flesh of those
who are gulable to her illusion

She is only lust
the image your mind potrays
abusing her beauty
Like the plastic it is

She is  poison
You avoid to drink
Left upon a table
Within your reach

You  grasp the cup tightly
with one sip you were  gone
mesmerized by the dangers
of being with her