what keeps

you alive

but the

taste of

my skin

an evenings coloring

a nightly shade

a study of the past

a hint at what was

and will never be

what keeps

you from breathing

but the

scent of

honeysuckle

on my lips

a fresh blossom

an opening; longing

a bare back in the breeze

an omen of what is

and will remain

secret;

hereafter

endless

HS