Goodbye
Your hands feel like music, igniting my soul
your words fill with thought and off sweet tongues they roll
into my mind to grow like a tree
each swish of your hair starts a fire in me.
It flows off your head in a roaring cascade
It smells like hibiscus and sweet marmalade
your cheeks match the crimson portrayed on your lips
your waist seems to whisper in spite of your hips.
I just want to hold you and kiss you once more
to feel like I’m flying six feet off the floor
Your skin is an ocean, with my skin collides
Your laugh is the current, your breath is the tides
I’m lost in your love like a sailor at sea
your face is my map, your heart is the key
but your presence is gone and there is dark in the sky
I miss you my love, why did you die?
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