There are bones beneath
and deep within.
Souls once attached;
decomposed and then
memories can only bring
to surface of a life once lived,
A kiss once gived. And the
smell of the perfume
lingers in my mind. Oh how
I miss the texture so fine.
How smooth was the hair that
the comb did bite, and how
curved were you hips that
the dress did reveal. I pictured
that, snapped your soul into
my mind with a flash for me to
never regret.
