Indelible

On her flesh remained
The imprint of his touch,
Burned in by a force
Greater than life and fate.

Though time over her flowed
Like a wild, roaring river,
His scent in her remained,
Growing, changing, maturing.

Like a garden of white flowers
It spread over her skin,
Weaved into her heart
The poem that’ll remain forever…his.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s