Sweet Flesh

It's happening again
Your silent retreat from me
The way you've lock up your eyes
the smile missing from your beauty

But when you appear
Like an angel on the wings of my heart wish
your eyes burning, a thousand words
Your lips curled up, creating a pounding heart

And then your gone
Skin missing, only space now
Stuck in the middle of a storm of sorrow
My only raft gone, his eyes cold once more