Shaking Chill
Pulses
My skin reacts like glades in the breeze
when your hands caress mine.
Like a drug,
your voice,
Makes my mind begin to smolder.
I can feel the memory of your fingertips on my bare shoulders.
My skin is a museum of sensations, ghostly arms lovingly comb through my hair in the darkness, an adoring palm resting on my stomach. I can hear your hush echoing after my whimpers in the night.
I breathe heavily and alone in my bed.
I open my eyes and there is no longer light.
You are far from me,
but your soul and your love have not abandoned me. They are still here possessing my body, holding my hand and wiping the tears from my eyes. I miss you, I hope your love finds a home within mine.
Your earthly form has forsaken me.
when your hands caress mine.
Like a drug,
your voice,
Makes my mind begin to smolder.
I can feel the memory of your fingertips on my bare shoulders.
My skin is a museum of sensations, ghostly arms lovingly comb through my hair in the darkness, an adoring palm resting on my stomach. I can hear your hush echoing after my whimpers in the night.
I breathe heavily and alone in my bed.
I open my eyes and there is no longer light.
You are far from me,
but your soul and your love have not abandoned me. They are still here possessing my body, holding my hand and wiping the tears from my eyes. I miss you, I hope your love finds a home within mine.
Your earthly form has forsaken me.