Arc soft, follow slow,
Finger trailing over
High cheek and
Once tender rounded lobe,
Casual observance of eyes
Lacking fire but for orange
Day-done mirror.
Slight brush of thin
Slope nostrils
Frozen flared forever,
Full lips desert warmed,
Three fingers... four...
Caressing heavy firm
About around chiseled neck
Resisting temptation fallacy
Of sliding further
Touch lingering on forgotten
Forms intrigues giggles romps,
Loving attention to ancient features
Raven wood threads
Charcoaled lashes
Pomegranate lips sighing wide
As touch wanders over the
Mole upon a belly (uncaptured),
The pink smooth scar of
Childhood indiscretion (ignored),
A scent of jasmine
Dripped from nut-brown flesh
Lingering on the arid breeze,
A flash of blue on ebon eyes
From passing currents
Like the sun careening westward
Spreading shadows dimming
Awareness of this
Chipped and scarred marble
Memory of lost footfalls
Until a dead throat's
Advice laughter song sob
Can almost be heard above the
Airy shriek
Of this anachronistic homeland.
I turn away with a sigh,
Less tortured than pensive,
As I ponder fondly
What soil now your sole travels.
