Friday, May 18, 2012

Fleeting


Fleeting

The memories dissolve
like ice in warm whiskey;
the brush of her breath
whispering sweet lies;
a ghost in my ear.

She was brief, like midnight,
and when we kissed
I could taste Manhattan
at night; the darkness,
the crush and desire.

The sweep of the second-
hand across the clock face
without pause. A dream
unfinished; interrupted
by inevitable dawn.

SMG

2 comments:

Eden Baylee said...

Makes me feel warm to read this,
eden

Jenkins Rowling Hudson said...

a sneaky imagery.
well penned.