Breath of My Soul

Standing alone

in the cold onyx night,

sighing with wistful longing

in deep breath of my soul,

contemplating your wildness,

taunting and teasing.

Desire wells up

as you sashay by,

a swaying lure

with no backward glance.

While I patch

my empty vessel,

you grab life

between your teeth.

I listen to the wind,

fantasizing that we

are running rampantly

through meadows

of pure passion

before time

slips away,

praying for the moon

to share our table,

but our world

is colored with

forlorn farewells

on empty streets.

#Challenge #Contemplating You #OnEmptyStreets