This poem is inspired in part by the #MissMuseMe post from Twitter.
The space seems so empty
with the muted memories of our love
drip drop splash of the foyer fountain.
I look past the shadow of our shared kisses
the darkness of a secluded alcove
one wintry holiday
when we chose to stay wrapped in each other’s warmth,
just an elevator’s ride
to a room
filled with the lusty memories of
a million bygone lovers.
But none’s love so
feverish as ours.
The flash of our tangled limbs,
and your lips on mine,
a forbidden dance
leading my hips to sway of their own accord.
The beating pulse of your heart
racing in rhythm with mine.
The spasm of a thousand supernovas
overtaking my senses
leaving me breathless.
And even now,
the scent of you still lingers on my skin
enveloping me in an ecstasy of
flesh on flesh,
fingers running along spines,
tongues tasting of one another,
the syncopated splash of a fountain
urges me to come back to a reality
where you are no longer by my side.