My quivering lips
taste the ghost of your mouth from
a never-shared kiss.

A sheer silken night
murmurs sighs across my skin
and teases my thighs.

Following the stars,
I chase the edge of the night
past the golden dawn.

You can make mistakes –
life has opportunities
to try it again.

You leave me feeling
like a cigarette heartburn
on a scar-crossed heart.

Learn from your mistakes.
Grow, change, evolve, but do not
forget history.

The curve of her frame
fits neatly into my hand;
it was made for it.