Opaque… desire undisclosed;

An empty everydayness stalls,

Awaiting your return.


Caught in the shackles of your scent

In voiceless rain all dreams descend

Your absence to conceal.


Blissfully blinded to your faults,

Forgiven lips your touch exalts

And draped in colour, burn.


And when my eyelids blossom grief,

Their longing will caress in sleep

‘Till they unlearn to feel.


Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time