Sunday, January 11, 2009
watching lights illumined
by unnamed towns
like stars beneath my feet.
Fog descends and the chilly air
engulfs me like your arms
without the warmth.
Then I realize, I am all alone
All I have are memories
of your soft voice
whispering in my ear
like a tender kiss
sweeter than the ripest fruit
borne by a tree
as old as time.
I remember how
your gossamer white gown
would cling to your body
barely exposing supple breasts,
giving a glimpse of your long legs
while you teased me with your smile.
Your slender body seemed frail
as if it would break with the tightness
of my embrace - but that was deceitful
for I have known the strength of your words,
your unshaken stance and how you
won all the battles we’ve fought.
It has been a very long time since.
I may be perched on the highest spot
with everything under my feet
but it is still your name
I whisper at night.