PARTING

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray07 Feb 2016

PARTING

It is as if I am sick
when you go. The day turns
grey, the hours cloud,
the body, the blood
fall cold.

But I am nourished by
memories of you; your body against
the window, dark against the blue light; your
face against mine after love-making; sweat
on your skin; the hot wetness of your lips;
the fire of your limbs as you hold me.

So it is when you leave
me. I savour these memories like
the reddest wine, treasure them like
roses, hold them to me like jewels;
and I am with you, woven as one
though separate; love, love
unfolding.