Inhaling the scent of cologne
on your warm skin
as I bury my face in your neck
chases the memory
of singed flesh
burning oil streaming
from the bows of the hell...
The seemingly tangible
memory of your
moist lips pressed
against mine
holds me here
as the merciless sun
pushes down on me
unending
The sound of your voice
deeply etched in the
vortex of my soul
keeps me going
As the
rat
a
tat
tat
smoke
screams
cries of desperation
explodes
surrounding me
Sing sweetly in my ear
today, tomorrow, eternally
Oh how I long for
cool sheets
your strong arms
warm body
a cold drink...
Yet I am here
again
lamenting
dreaming
struggling
surrounded…
you are here
captured in memory
and you are there
far away
and I am lost...
~M~
