absent lovers

how an absent lover knows to be ever present in their absence.

what is it that tortures the mind when they gone...

memories of nights luscious in shares sincere?

where music knew to be the ambience and dim rooms cast shadows

of two bodies close... ?

a perfect match of soft and hard, a pliable love affair of desires never satiated...

where silence ruled golden, bright, coital in a union of bodies 

rhythmic in their understanding of matching each others unspoken desires.

softly...quietly...thoughts...images.

to and fro...they flow...across time....to land in his and her mind...

absent lovers...how sweet the torture.

RB.