Just one last look before I go
As the morning light tenderly caresses
Ridges and valleys of time,
Revealing the years in your face.
My skin tingles with the echo of your full lips,
The memory brushing over me like a warm breeze
Of passion aged like fine wine.
Brows unfurrowed in sleep
Release in me an urge to trace
That ridge over bottomless eyes now hidden.
The cares of the day briefly
Relinquishing their hold over you.
Breath that tickled my neck
And whispered in my ear
Now sighs deeply in sleep’s embrace
As you roam where I cannot follow.
Do you dream of simpler days?
If you were to wake
Would you draw me back to you,
Dismissing the obligations of the day?
But for the furrowed brow, I would return.
Yet I must go.
Sleep on, my love,
Though I must leave,
My heart remains with you.