Icarus

    Afterglow

    2006

    The flash of your smile still glints
    The charge of your pulse still flints
    The spark of your laugh still bursts
    The flame of your voice still thirsts

    The wisp of your scent still looms
    The blush of your look still blooms
    The breeze of your breath still strokes
    The spice of your taste still stokes

    The sear of your kiss still burns
    The mark of your touch still yearns
    The heat of your blood still flows
    The fire of your heart still glows

    — Wayne Visser