My phantom limb
Reels in the whirling north sea
while all I do
Is touch my lips
Drawing out
the philtre’d memory of your
Kisses like symphony
and of crimson texture.
White heavenly embers
have traced your figure.
Your smile is immortal in you. After all, It was your eye’s smile Assured me this love true.
Kisses like symphony
and of crimson texture.
Your smile is immortal in you.