Lipstick trace

 

That lipstick trace

still lingers on my mind,

Your mouth speaking desire.

My heart on fire, dancing

in passion's coals.

Those smouldering holds

your eyes grip over me.

My love folds into

yours so perfectly,

like a letter

stamped & sealed with

a kiss. An envelope of pure bliss.

 

The taste still teases

my brain, the itch still

tickles through my veins.

The intensity

of fire between

still holds a flame,

not whittling down

anytime soon.

Even sleep can't dull

the spark I hold for you,

because in you I see

visions of harmonious blue,

with gold-leaf lined,

floral handwritten scrolls

unrolling before my eyes.

And when I lay and let the blinds

slowly close, that writing

spells out, I love you,

in cosmic swirls.

 

I see you in the

vast open dream road

I stroll through,

when the moon

sighs her lullabies.

Ask me why I never say goodbye,

and I'll say that I see you all the time

when I doze.

And when the wind blows,

I feel your name calling me,

a hushed sound on a kissed ascent,

and I'm being pulled on a high,

for this love

must be heaven sent.

 

It lives in

the smile I can't erase,

the photograph

that stays pinned

to my pining heart.

It can feel every beating truth

inside, a rhythm to a song

that isn't yet playing.

Eyes that are glazed

into my head, like sugar

burnt crisp to my memories.

The scratched name etched

in the whispers of trees,

the leaves that rustle

the song I hear

every time I sit silently.

And when I am low,

I see you pulling up a chair.