Living With You In Your Absence

A scorching day,
I am walking-
My footsteps entwining into your footprints,
I feel you streaming through my staunch veins,

A scorching day,
Yet I feel as fresh as the first day of spring,
Passing the bench where we used to sit,
Under the pine tree, watching the heavenly calmness of the waves,

A scorching day,
Your hands are as delicate as the southern breeze,
We throw feeble stones across the sea, like a fruitful rabbit hopping joyfully through the fields,
Amazing... how our patterned ripples are equal, resonating with each other,

I feel you,
I feel you, my bountiful beauty,
I am living with you in your absence.

Thinking of You

As I lie awake in bed at night,
I shut my eyes to enter your world,

Our hands intertwining in the gentle breeze,
Watching your smile warm the gusty air,

You swoop down like a passionate phoenix,
Engraving your lips upon my delicate neck,

As I close my eyes once more,
Opening to the blank canvas of my ceiling,

My heart in pain as I become taut,
Yet my blistered neck soothes the ache.

Whilst I fondle your potent mark,
I hear his scream from afar,

Footsteps edging towards my door,
As I choose to abandon your presence,
My false worship flounders in,
And rests upon my contaminated bed.