Pictures

The memories fall like morning mist
The images don't feel like hard rain anymore
akin to condensation off the pictures of you and me embraced
Your smiles held captive by the captions of things untyped and unsaid
You were always a hard read
But not in those pictures
Where you laid your soul beside me on our hotel bed of roses
No other softer
Regality not lost but expounded in your postures playful
Embraces I wished I never unfurled cause my body whimpers for your gentle press
Delicate caress
I digress in the tenderness of live action kisses we shared as recently as the last time I transported myself to a moment we indulged our instincts and senses
Sweet
Long or painfully brief
The pictures paint away the grief of reality
I'm a lover first
So I keep your pictures to flip through like leaves rustling in the wind
Or morning dew beaded on grass
Every turn is a whispered I miss you
I'm sure you can't hear
Melancholy are the sounds
Longing to reach into the past for the feeling
Of laughter between sheets
The heat of passionate thoughts restrained
Displayed in fingertip drawings on body parts
I digress
Often into the pictures of you and me embraced
Unlaced cause I wish I never unfurled my arms around your waist to let you go
The memories fall like morning mist
And gather in puddles at the end of my pen
At the corners of my eyes
My mouth
To fall no longer like hard rain
Single drops
Single shots
I took with a camera