My pride and joy

tucked beneath sheets of fabled warmth  
are hummed melodies    
like harrowing ghosts of giggles    
come out to gambol and frolic    
on the black heart of insomnia  
silent as sighs before kisses    
the pillows crusted shell    
still hides the sheen of sweat and salty tears    
left over from nights    
when the nudity of wide eyed whispers    
had no match in beauty    
the thumb that struck velvet    
within the dimple of a smiling cheek    
is trapped in the depths    
between the threads of empty covers    
and the ear  
that basked in the glow of hushed tones    
is pressed to a pillow    
missing that fragrant shade of heat  
pride abandoned in deserted sheets    
demands it's pound of flesh    
do you only think of her when your lonely  
or is the caress of her loving thoughts    
the only thing worth pining for?
Written by DystopianMelody
Published | Edited 1st Apr 2015
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