In memory

She wanders in and out of my life from time to time, moving feet as quiet like those clouds
drifting in the dead of night, happily staring while tippy toeing towards the edge of my bed,
wearing diamond eyes and pucker lips now pressed upon this willing mouth, further lavishing
me with fervent kisses and I easily left short of breath, fainter during her sweetheart lullabies
before vanishing quickly into the awakening morning skyline and I bearing this looney like
madness while laboring in memory of this groping session while my heart still aflame with this
fiery desire in memory of those many love affair moments. Sadden by my growing instability,
with eyes blanched with tears as if having been jilted like some former lover boy, wondering
often about her mysterious whereabouts, having fled without reason, perhaps roaming,
while me confined to this gloomy misery known as the facts of life