Pursuit of Beauty.
Butterfly wings dance upon freckled thighs
And goosebumps travel like tremors
White knuckled and nestled in the warmth of tender sheets
Seconds dissolve within mumbled sighs
Dignified and somber cursing the coming of the light
The tender fate of goodbye
Dances on duelling tongues twirling like vines reaching for the heavens
Yesterday comes calling like a stolen breath
December plays again
As natural as a needle finds its groove
Haunted memories a weighty pressure on hollow bones
And lips leak secrets once thought long forgotten
With moans and groans drowning into crumpled sheets.