Aftermath of destruction

A breath of desire

upon shoulders of naked

a kiss of longing

upon the neck of need

a touch of love

upon a lonely soul’s fire

A breath of silence

as curtains allow

the outside world

a glimpse of how

the kingdom of passions

burn the ends of now

A breath of ignition

to light the corn

a song of caress

to wildflower the morn

a draft of kisses

to mend the torn

A breath of poetry

upon your soul

I give you this

my undying whole

cupped with a touch

of an ache, to be free