• Our muted language
    Still lingers,
    Hanging on threads so thin:
    Like acrobats on trapeze.
    Making silent
    words
    with our Eyes,
    Lips touching,
    caressing,
    Electrifying.
    And before you depart,
    warm me with one last kiss
    But kiss me
    ever so slightly,
    So that I may not
    awaken from the
    fragmented dreams of you.

    And when I have risen,
    With only the memories of
    You on my bed-side
    to keep me company
    Through my
    coffeeless mornings,
    Maybe then
    it wouldn't hurt
    as much as it did
    The last time.