to live without the sound

As the dew

drops down your orchid finger tips

and glistens on the tip of your tongue.

I wake

to find us kissing and

I gladly bid that fond farwell.

Too many memories between us now

to live without the sound

of your breath. Too many memories

between us now..

I have

angered through the rages

for the nectar of your soul.

And I have

found true bliss or died

searching every time.