the lingering fragrance of her body-
the way she moved and lifted- softly pressed her spirit
up next to yours- her gentle kisses- fierce with passion-
that kind of love would melt ice- create snow- frost the windows-
and never come back home.
she'd never turn her back to you- always felt herself wrapped up in you-
offered you the flowering of her skin- the flesh that would blush
and rush to be held by you- touched- kissed- you left your prints behind-
your essence- and you spirit-
she lingered within you. on you. beside you.
in the night you'll lean over and want to cuddle her- need to feel her
within all absence- because with her you're not alone- without her,
she'll never be truly gone.
because it's her that's spun your life this way- colored your room
with the dreams in her head- her tears drowned the pain out of your life-
she'll never be truly gone- because in moments- in moments and eternity
she was all you would ever own-
and ever want.

-a.