Love’s Lost

Lost inside these
shadows of want
where knife-edge of need
slides deep and then taunts
a face cradled by
these two loving hands
is only a memory
I’m empty again
Such cries that once echoed
and fell off these walls
of the passion that stained
and sustained through it all
your lightest touch
still glides on my skin
and your mouth still finds mine
when the light finally dims-
you’re still hard and aching
for every touch
we’re a love for the ages
and there was never enough
to satisfy
this lusting life
that tied us together
and then watched us die.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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