the form of last night

A woman quietly crept like a kitten under my sheets
Stealthily leaping like a leopard just before it eats
As she made me lose it, I knew I never had control
Under the cloak of night I was slowly devoured whole
Upon daybreak the sunrise slapped me in the face
Ruffled sheets aglow in pink light rested hollow in her place
I took a picture so I could remember the imprint she left on me
As if I would forget she made the loveliest shape of empty
But the site of her radiant face was slipping from my eyes
So I sketched my memory into a book of poems that were lies
Fooling myself into believing last night had some subliminal meaning  
Even as I drew her eyes I felt my subconscious intervening  
Telling me, "she's gone and will be nothing but a faded memory
That left her scent behind on the sheets now shaped with reverie"
Fleeting is the taste that passion always spreads on thirsty tongues
While drowning hearts with poisoned nectar that blinds you when it comes