As we danced to
A slow song,
My hands creeped
Over the chimes of
Your navel.
The sky lit up
While you breathe
Passionately over
My neck.
The evening was of
Possibilities.
I got a little drunk.
You did a lot and
Passed out.
I sat watching you
All night.
Morning did break
With high hopes.
But you were gone,
Without any sign.
I wrote a
Little something to
Lock you in a metaphor,
And preserve you in
My diary.
Of the promising eyes
And enchanted smile.
Hope you're not
Another tourist..
Who hitchhikes with
Thoughts,
Trashes hearts,
To be forever gone.