I remember your palms, soft like
Silk
As we held hands, innocence
Blooming between us like
Pale Flowers.
Your ironic smile, crooked and
Slighty Reluctant.
I recall running my fingers through
Your flaxen hair, like
Rose Petals,
And kissing your
Lips, small and pursed and
Smooth
like butter.
How many
Hearts
Littered the ground like
Leaves
In the wake of my youth?
Their taste in my mouth
Bittersweet,
pastel candies with and edge
of
Cacao.
Your moonsongs echo
in my now
Jaded Heart.