golden sunlight

your fingertips had a way of sending soft

chills slowly down to my toes,

the ones you were carefully painting alabaster;

your body the most still i had ever seen.

you softly wrapped your rough fingers over mine

and pulled me into your chest,

our hearts mixing together, sloshing around the soup

of our love, seasoned with kisses and late-night back rubs.

the effervescence of your soul

danced golden sunlight into

the emptiness of mine.

bathing in the honey, i emerged new,

my heart’s gaps mended with your viscous syrup.

out of habit i reach for you every morning,

only to feel the cold sheets shoot harsh shivers down my back.

our fingertips will never touch again,

but darling, our love spans lifetimes,

and i can’t wait to find you in the next one.