Ours...

no one left to

see you but me,

painting blues

and greens

and browns

overlapping and

blending, diffusing

themselves into

shades of passion

put aside for

a winter that

never ended;

you and me

see nothing but

me and you

and the interlocking

breathes stolen

like so many feeling

once hurled

upon us;

crimson  stains

slowly drip down

mental images

of ourselves in

holding patterns

of lust and lewd

displays  of

thoughtless laughter

seldom seen before

now arriving like

commuter trains;

hounds of hormones

race through our

bodies, rapid re-flux

of emotions

long forgotten

and burn steadily

as if a lighthouse

lamp guiding the

way into and out

of our souls.

17Sep14