The last time I saw him
he lay comfortably within my arms.
The heat from each breath he took
ignited my soul
and each pant became
a part of my existence.
I can still feel the wetness of his lips
as they took form to the curve of my breast.
Each kiss fell softly,
Now unable to sleep, I sit by the window.
With my questioning eyes
peering towards the stars,
I am consumed with the memories
of our last sunset.
The essence of jasmine filled the air
while bodies of candlelight
danced against the windows.
It was at that moment that
I felt comfort.
I still hear the sounds of the raindrops
as they fell lightly upon the rooftop.
They seemed to dance to the rhythm
of our beating hearts producing
an exquisite song of passion.
Then he turned, and with his rest
seemingly undisturbed, he pulled
me into his slumber.
It was at that moment that I felt love.
Yes the last time I saw him,
his body lay wrapped in the moonlight.
And I am continually haunted
by the memory of him
until morning comes.