i.
from these lips torn:
the wind,
your name upon its breath
where was I,
engulfed
in this lonely shell of light,
this glimmer?
doused flame - smoke,
memory danced
so fleeting...
ii.
we loved,
so many whimpers wrapped
in the tongue of carnal
sheets : hours
slipped like silk -
away from our brazen thighs
and you held me
pressed against this hourglass;
the enemy
oh, morn
iii.
silence rustled,
tense
across my skin
rolled -
look
I held the wrinkles
of your imprint
in the palms of my
hands
iv.
hands
held these wrinkles,
and silver
hair fell
a shroud:
black -
how black
was this
procession?
Adding your comment:
the title is fantastic too, I can't criticise this piece it's just perfect 
!
Just my weird ass interpretation, LoL.
