Alone In the Dark
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
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