You slip through my fingers
Like water, a soft whisper
Carried on the wind.

You follow my mind,
Haunting my dreams,
The one who’s always running.

My lips still burn, from the
Taste of your name
Dripping like wax off my tongue.

Your hair, thick ropes draped
Over your back
I wish to unravel the mystery.

Some say to let it bleed,
Purge you from my soul.
Unseen hands wrap thickly around my waist,
Holding me, always, to you.

A lonely rememberance.

I wish I could pick you up,
Hold you by the neck
Blow away dying dandelion seeds.