Gentle whispers ... in the ebony night... reaching for the warm touch of you. feeling the hardness of your chest surrounded by your scent ... Mmm I find cool night air grasping my fingertips kissing my lips. You are but a memory chasing through my mind. Hot tears sting my eyes as I walk through the garden of our love... memories all I have left... each taunting me as they dance round and round in the darkness. as sobs steal from my breast. I walk alone this night want... need... my companions... Alone in the dark... Copyright ©2006 Athena C Beauchamp