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by James Cody ©
A flower turns,
The night burns,
I'll never learn...
I miss the
touch of
Your smile.
Do you remember,
Our last lonely mile?
In the throws
of delight,
You held me tight…
We ended up saying goodnight…
Do you remember why?
The tumultuous
fire
Of faceless desire
Drenched the bed in liquid heat;
It was a funeral pyre.
At the touch
of your mouth,
Your hand,
You kissed away my name
And sucked out my flame.
In the morning,
I watched
You shower.
Your nudity seemed strange,
With ephemeral power.
You faded in and out, like
The sensuous unknown into
Whose arms I'd been thrown.
I closed
my eyes, your scent
Floated by on gossamer flies;
You were gone.
And I became a sorrowful
Song.