In retrospect

With just one touch I have stolen your heart beat, it moves under the bones of your wrist. I feel the soft art of your hands on my skin, and watch the slim turquoise veins tremble under your arm. A small pulse next to my thumb, tingles, as I count the beats in my mind. Close, your perfect limbs stretch themselves out over my skin with graceful intent. Watch how your fine hair runs through my fingers, sieved. You have touched my soul. A soft ounce of your breath lies in my cupped palm and you are balancing the perfect weight of your head on my numb arm. This starless moon means I cannot sleep, even now.

In the morning, I am walking through soft electric rain. No longer feeling the art of your hands. Fine drops of time run through my fingers, lost. Like the small pulse under your wrist, there is a beat, which my soul cannot forget. Perhaps, in retrospect it was a reminder that I loved you. Tomorrow you will lie to me with the soft art of your lips, they have no pulse. The turn of your shoulders in the morning sun light, creates a shadow as you lift your head. It feels that love is running through your fingers now, they gesture a wave and my mind feels numb. I am watching your perfect limbs being splashed in the rain, you as always, are wearing lovely garments just to pleasure the air. I can taste the scent of your passing even now.

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