HER

I wake in the morning

To tangled sheets and sunlight,

Chasing the feeling of her skin

Trying to drench myself in her perfume

The smell of it fading from the pillow

Where the night before she had laid herself

Bare

Long waves framing her beautiful face

And I am dizzy from remembrance

Of her in naked glory.

My knees bruised from hitting the ground

To worship at her feet

Her breasts and supple skin

Alabaster

flushed with rosy passion,

Purple and red love marks I wish for all to see

In undeniable proof that I beheld her once

But like the feeling of a fading dream

She eludes me while all the while

Teasing my imagination with delicious agony.