Litany

Your lips moved,

A whisper in the wind.

My listless feet,

The heat of hot heels.

Your eyes glowed,

A spark, hidden in sun.

My kissing hands,

The touch of far lands.

Your hair swam,

A carpet on the stone.

My sleeping eyes,

The view of dark stars.

Your words roused,

A slumber of the heart.

My sense-less senses,

The scent of dead blooms.

Your lips move,

A word inside the wind.

My concrete feet,

The sound of quiet wheels.

© M.H.