For You -

There was evening chill on the grass
When we finally met.
The sun, half-lidded, sunk lower
To set.
Sat in the park, together at last
We embraced in joy, sorrows fallen past.
Quietly, silently,
I vowed never to leave your side,
And you whispered sweet nothings
In my ear. You had tears in your eyes
Of joy, love, rapture.
And for the first time, you leaned in and
Pressed your lips to mine.

My world was like fire,
Blinding, burning, beautiful fire.
The sun dimmed in respect of perfection,
Your body outlined against its reflection.
I felt your tongue, so real,
Slip between my lips and twine,
As love incarnate bore me to Paradise
In your arms.

But alas,
The perfection marred, the image blurred.
I could not feel your hands anymore.
Eyes open, I saw
You vanish, just as
Everything crumbled and I was alone,
Sat weeping in my bed.