Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

Glittering sun beams 
Embrace water like silk sheets
Fingertips wander 
Breaking the surface apart
Unlike balanced pond skaters 

Words left unspoken 
At the edge of the night stand
Fading by the hour 
Fragile like dawn’s misty eyes
Slipping through softly cupped hands 

There was a moment 
Before silent toes reached the floor
A tug on our tether  
Held by scents of passion flesh
Extinguished by silk moth wings

Breathing in crisp air 
A steady ache of could haves
Kept locked in pandora
Like bruised full lips pulsating 
With memories of smeared rouge 

The passage of time 
Fogs sharp details into myth  
like breath on cold glass 
Our lake remains without us 
Some day the stars will align