The trace of your lips

There’s nowhere, nowhere we need to be,
I wash the remnants of sleep away in the clear
Morning water - mixed with your kisses, weightless and free.
You gave them so lavishly, endlessly,
While I tangled inside of your warmth and drew you near.

On this misty morning, I want them to blend
With the bitter black coffee I’m brewing for two.
I’m a sommelier now - I just want to attend
To the way that your lips subtly alter and bend
Every magical note of this morning with you...

I want to watch sunset lay gold as it dies
On the bare, tender curve of your spine.
You’ll braid your cascading hair before my eyes,
Adding amber and honey in autumnal dyes
To a Renaissance canvas, where my restless thoughts align.

Leave the trace of your lips, leave your kisses everywhere!
We will savor the sweetness of every new taste.
It is madness - unthinkable - not to dare
See this scene from each angle, however unchaste,
While our sorrow and doubt burn in sunset’s red glare!

Wash all the salt and the bitterness off with your warm, wet kiss.
You’re the closest to me, even silent for hours like this.
And the warmth of your hands is a shelter from sorrow I know.
These soft, ordinary days, woven tight by your fingertips,
Make me wonderfully whole... Let’s make love once more - soft and slow.

Let the earth whirl and dance through the years in its flight!
Let each sunset give way to the first breath of dawn!
Your tenderness stays when I walk into night,
To a place without you - still I wait for your light...
Where my dreams fade to gray when I know you are gone...

And it matters no more what the world plans to do,
Be it time after time, or just once for us two,
How it chooses to write all our sorrow and tears.
I am holding your hand - every hour lived with you
Becomes priceless and wondrously bright through the years...