You touch my face
Graze my lips
Like a kiss of slight grace
You brush past this rusted skin
Born out of turbulence
You die easy
You’re never an assurance
And like a thought, you are fleeting
I hid from you
On cold winter nights
Hoping for a warm hue
You headed home, your soul contrite
And now at the profuse
Rise of my sun’s painful prowess
You remain elusive
To my mind’s duress
I miss that vague whiff
That breath that snakes up
The dried up leaf
With a fresh leash of life
I miss your kisses
Your fingers through my hair
Those angry hisses
In the inside of my ears
I promise to welcome you
Even in deathly cold, I’ll breathe you in
Like an ex lover’s perfume
I’ll keep you safe inside closed eyelids…