with indelible ink

tattooed portraits

in her memory

lavender and lace

patchouli and leather

a contradiction

In her own mind

whispered promises

broken before spoken

white linen glows

with midnight wax

I melt in the cold

of her un kissed lips

sigh in the shadow

of her smile

nomads and gypsies

interrupted

paths cross

intersect

but never

do they

lead you

home