The Comedown

Our embrace so tender Like a perfect drag when the smoke pulls in so gracefully Succumbed to the blissful fog We starved for one another Harmoniously We became one Windows misted with condesation Like fresh dew on the petals of nature's décor. Harmoniously. Penetrating deep into her welcoming soul Locked in a permanent gaze Her desire flourishes in strength She is a vice grip Gripping ever so vigorously, Until the songs of passion fade Our dance is complete She is aware. Her grip is liberated Our gaze unchained A cloud of repentance lingers like an unwelcomed guest. She is her. Our embrace was so tender Like a perfect drag.... She doesn't recognize me during the comedown. Strangers in love. -RH