I am yours, mourning

I am yours and you were mine
exhaling the ballads
of your fluttered touch
I breathed the ghosts
they left behind

your taste lingers
and the skin scent upon my pillow pales
beside the lips that I drank from
when I gave you sips of my waters
from cisterns that never ran dry

I fed you white lilies crooning
in the moans of writhing night
wrapped you in warm eden dawning
with breasts that never failed
to ravish you in perfume

the skies of me belong to you
you are written in my eyes
and every time I close them
I fingerpaint your poems
on the canvas of my dreams

I mourn you across the sheets
where we fell drenched as lovers
and burn to bury my hair
in the curves and nape of your heat
where the years bend solitary tears

without moving your feet you drift
and give me your back for a song
tell me your strings are broken
as I whisper hymns to your shoulder
and sleep alone beside you

the gypsys reclaim their notes
hanging their heads, in grieving caravans
to bury their violins with lips
that will never smile their lovesongs
with lyrics of only me
H