Flushed cheeks and wide-eyed…
Parted lips gasping for air…
Intertwined fingers and clasped hands…
Air thick with desire…
Moonlight illuminated skin
casting faint shadows on rumpled sheets
End of day Loving
I love the smell of the sun seeped into your hair
Mixed with the scent of shampoo you used this morning.
It reminds me of the summers of my childhood –
running along the shore on a bright sunny day…
seashells and sand sparkling in my memory…
Nostalgia slowly wraps its arms around me
and I wrap mine around you…
I snuggle closer…inhaling…
Taking in your scent and the comforting warmth of your back.
A Funeral
It is done, I’ve finally buried
the last love letter I wrote but never sent.
It now lies six feet under, with a blank headstone
in the farthest plot of the graveyard of my heart.
I buried it alongside old dreams,
unfulfilled plans and broken promises.
I held a wake a few days prior, delivered a eulogy,
and said my last goodbye.
I wonder how long it will take
for the words to decompose and dissolve into
faint memories divorced from any emotion,
to be forgotten and left in peace.
One Night Love Affair
Rendezvous under coral pink skies and neon lit signs
A love affair like the rain at the height of summer…
Like a sudden shower on a bright sunny day – ending just as abruptly as it began;
Now all that’s left is the scent of cigarette smoke
blended with the muted aroma of last night’s coffee
and a hangover on nicotine & caffeine…
onefrustratedpoet 