Monday, March 8, 2010

white rose

as i drifted into subconscious sleep,
the familiar scent of you,
or at least the memory of that everlasting scent,
protruded through,
surfacing into my mind after an evening spent in your presence

the matching of our lips left traces of you upon me
every breath i took,
after,
contained your scent which maintained my grin
as ive kept you my secret for no one to tell