Lovers Interrupted

...caressing over
ever so slowly
cold as silver, chilling
with trembling finger tip
feeling every ridge
My individuality
My print
My mark on this life
all I can give
this sweet, soft cheek
cold and still
slowly dripping down
caressing my nails
before slowly running
through my fingers
and down my palm
last bit a warmth
your heart had to offer
as I cradle...
Your beauty
Your smile
Your soul
Your memory
Your mark on my life
are all I have left...