It pains: the memory of your caress.
Limbs ache with loss, craved tenderness undress.
Of burnished lips, unthinking clasped within,
Warmth turned to grief and hunger turned to sin.
Stay awhile longer in my mind’s embrace.
Don’t smother yet that moment’s lingered grace.
Let dreams stay true, and truth remain a dream.
In frenzied gasps to yours again I lean.
Seismic waves atoned for unremembered past.
The subtext veiled, your passion could not last.
And when your softness hardened to a lie,
The last to know that you were gone was I.
Death buried all under its bluish light.
Another fall, another cut mid-flight.
In reply to: http://aopinionatedman.com/2013/10/19/a-nod-to-poe/