I know the sound of edged beauty
as it whispers to me
and reluctantly kisses my face
though through laughing reticence it feels
I can only wonder if I am opening
a paradigm of affection
with a seeming imposed coercion.
Perhaps it was a long forgotten dream
patterned in youth
yet habituated into extinction through neglect
when i feel her lips on my cheek.
The passion lost effect in its request.
Beauty resonated in the silence of our embrace
Now it is a hollow and pained chord
in the nostalgia of what was but wasn’t.