Echoes of Passion

Breathing is fading,
Skin is cooling,
A delicious scent,
Still fills the air

Eyes are unseeing,
Fingers unfeeling,
And yet you are still,
So very aware

Words, so quickly spoken,
And so softly broken,
Leave trails in moonlight,
That is no longer there

Tired mouths,
With tired lips,
Engage in kisses,
That lead nowhere

Passion is spent,
All that's left,
Are fiercely resounding,
Echoes

Sense them drift away

jlp December 10, 2009