the touch of your fingers
the softness of your hands
memories of the past
buried gently in my mind...
how I miss those days
when your lips met mine
when my fingers dropp to your hairy chest
moving softly as you close your eyes......
how I miss those times
when we both made our promises
to enjoy the sweetness of companionship
with our grown up boys and girls......
but life is cruel
you left me with bundle of memories
even the art of sands can’t help
to wipe all those traces....
not even the brightest night
can cure my solitude
can ignore the hidden tears
sleeping alone at night...
how I miss those moments
where you always whisper “I love you”
with your busy fingers around me
with my naughty words 'i love you too'...
and as I saw the fact
that alone I am alive
where only the sounds i hear
and the mirror-behind lights…
lady grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-of-touch-2/
