her cool soft skin and lusty musk
was wrapped within a fleeting dusk.
my fractured past was now aligned
for me to cross and leave behind.
her clothes discarded on the floor-
my flesh replaced that which she wore.
marked by compact clarity,
my nasal eyes took breath to see.
held by her slender hands that taste
my heart could smell her as it raced.
all sensation dancing free
tastes of color - lips that see.
and yet her voice remained from air;
a silver song for me to wear.
this earthy cloud of balmy mist
was that which left us gently kissed.
Copyright © James Cecil | Year Posted 2016