All Her Smiles

With my words misplaced in the dirt
winter memories,
burning hollow
I'm the rejected and the hurt.

Pages of dust,
the dove wings of lust
flying from my thorned arms
of delicate rose,
which live, caressing her endless facade... This is how it goes?

All her smiles of fragmented sunlight,
the stars falling, aging me smoothly,
into a statue of see-through stone,
how I see the dark clouds have grown
and breathe on me
with my own apologetic symphony...

All her smiles of barbed-wire,
her skin as white as Heaven
and the deflowered scent of desire
so well reflects my face
and my quickened heart's pace,
burying my dismembered love
in a coffin of a woman missing, ruined,
a ghostly kiss to cease me ever gently...

Belonging,
I am longing,
the kiss we shared
of one other heart compared,
the masquerade of leaving alone
all of a shadow bleeding from my punctured want...

All her smiles,
bringing warmth,
when the winters were cold as death
her whispers on tender breath;
but now the tears of joy
the tears of sorrow, too,
all her smiles,
God, it's been awhile...