After You're Gone

Kisses linger on my lips
like dewdrops
on velvet petals  
long after you have gone. 

I close my eyes
and turn my face to the rain,
for the gentle trickle of raindrops 
caresses  memories of your fingers 
brushed against my skin,
and sets a sigh afloat upon the wind.

Beneath my arms
as I hug myself against the chill
I feel your touch
as compelling as the need to breathe,
and your breath replaces the breeze 
that whispers against my neck,
and I am left 
in a pool upon the cobbles 
at my own feet.

And I am lifted,
and set upon the clouds
to dance in some ethereal wonder
on the wings of a rainbow.


may 2005
Janet Reid






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Awarded by Flowing Quills ~ May 22, 2005