Desiree

The death watch for a deceased lover

Dark-eyed desire

skin like honey

golden fire

cold,

 

color muted

to

palest

gold.

 

Touch

fingers linger

sensing chill

of

winter snow.

 

No more

rendezvous' at midnight, 

armourous trysts

in star-bright dawn.

 

 No more

ardent embraces

with limbs entwined

in passion's throes.

 

No more

smothered cries

escaping

as desire ebbs or flows.

 

Now a winding sheet

enshrouds her.

Desiree

cold as stone

in cold stone laid.

 

Into the indigo

of evening

I watch

her image

fade.

Reviews

[alexlessah]

defiantly sense the passion. nice

[C. Rose]

Sorrowful tale of love, delicately told. Very nicely composed ~ Rose

[Angela]

Hauntingly beautiful, Robert. Vivid and chilling at once. So very sad.

[SpokenWord]

You do know how to paint a picture with words that convey emotions through expressions. To many times I have felt passion turn cold like this. Superb.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Written so well, filled with passion, fire and angst

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what exquisite imagery flowing one into the other~

[Valentine]

Whew, and off into the night passion goes to another lover in the far beyong..Very moving piece Robert..lol and God bless..Kathie

[quinfinn]

ah, passion comes and passion goes. what a delightful foray into ecstasy
i really like this one. thank you for sharing.