Shadowed Memories

Your skin was moist and warm
I awoke to an empty bed
The memory of you still fresh in my head

The warmth of your neck against my face
The way you smell after a shower
Your lovely lips, delicate and red

In the middle of the night, I hear your voice,
so it seems
These are echoes from my memories,
from my dreams
The memory of you still fresh in my head

Your soft brown hair cascading down and
framing your face
Your bright blue eyes laughing
Your lovely lips, delicate and red

I close my eyes and feel your arms around
my neck
Your body warm and pressed against mine
The memory of you still fresh in my head

The memory of you still fresh in my head
Your lovely lips, delicate and red
A smile, a downward glance, a swish
of your hips, a tilt of your head
You say so, so much and hardly a
Word you've said