Touch

I heard his whisper gently kiss my ear,
Eyes closed I hear his heart murmur
Tingled by joy was he,
Tasted by a whiff of glory.
Tumbled by intoxication of his sweat
My gentle heart misses a beat
When the beats slur into speech
My heart wonders, is this he?
Is it he, the one I met recently?
How could this be?
Oh how could this be?

As I see his hands in the shadow
Withdrawing slowly,
Is this a dream? Ah such sweet agony!
Then suddenly my skin breathes he,
And then like a fully bloomed tree
Stands there pleased oh so fully!

My agony, my pain, my glory,
Don’t let go, I am thine forever in need,
For this gentle kiss across the breeze!

My eternity

Look yonder into my worldly eyes

See what our true love means

Every tear I do dote painfully

For it hadn’t been for ye!

Kiss my quivering lip

As you dip in for more

Like a bee seeking nectar

Leave behind some soul.

For such distances

Shrivel my heart weak

Such distances makes seconds

Last for eternity

Ah the penury!

Let me pine for ye

My lover, my eternity

Why?

The dark circles around her eyes crinkled together to form uneven lumps as she wept. Her eyes now swollen of tears quivered like a pendulum once stirred weaning to a stop. Her teeth bit her lower lip as she sobbed out the last few tears.

It was done for.

Over.

He left as he came. With no trace at all.

As her eyes closed how these flashes tormented her. his fingers tracing her lips, their last kiss, the whiff of his breath on her neck, his hands upon her breast, his eyes longing with love…

She shook out it. But it kept on coming. His hands holding her waist, now the subtle press of his lips, his lips kissing her eyes, now her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders…

She screamed as she felt the blood trickle down her arm. The glass pieces glistened on the floor. She slid lifeless next to one.

Across the white room, there was her with her long locks of hair swaying across the wall sitting on a puddle of blood she bled. Weeping. Sobbing to death.

The shrill phone sprang to existence in the monotony of his dull room. The room was rather suave but for the piles of work that lay unfinished on his extra slim laptop. The monotony of the people swarming like locusts, screaming what they though was something he was used to by now. He dint even notice it anymore.

His soft fleshy hands found its way to the crying phone and with a scream of exasperation.

“Some fuckin buyer I think” he muttered as he flushed with another spurt of tiring anger.

Soon his rosy face drained to white.

When? He muttered.

She was found at seven this morning by the daily guard accidentally as he peeped through a open window.

But why? His voice quivered.

You should know was the answer and the user hung up abruptly.

Silence

Silence.

A head tilted to respire.
A pair of heaving lips parted
Slightly by reprise to breathe
A eyelid fluttered.

Silence.

A foot tapped impatiently by the coffee table
A pair of eyes eagerly waited at the door.
Hands clasped endlessly making unfamiliar shapes
Cigarette smoke fed the hungry ash tray.

Silence.

The insightful pupil held an image
His hand found mine
My head swayed to rest
His shoulder laden but gratified.
Whole again.

Silence.