The Wait

The subtle touch of your lips,
draped around mine in an endless waltz,
how I long for it before dawn
when Selene's light washes over me,
her silken radiance a reminder of my loss.

What I wouldn't give
just to feel your body once more
trembling between my arms,
your hazel hair flowing,
falling towards me in the gentlest shower.

Never again shall I hold you,
and whisper my sins in your ear,
confessions that only you could steal,
that mesmerizing gaze that held me in thrall,
until I surrendered unto you.

A farewell I never said,
tears I never shed,
not even one last glance,
one last kiss,
haunting me, hounding me
'till dawn, a thousand nights and more.

And still I wait.

Para D.H. Lawrence, que debe estar revolcándose en su tumba ante mis versos.

Ale