Oh my sleepy skin,
basking in the blissful delirium of your amber haze,
I watched the horizon melt into sepia.
The toasted fringes of light peeked through the trees
and kissed your face with the utmost exuberance.
Your radiance was second to none.

The eyelash on your cheek,
most unaware of the beauty it withheld,
fell like a feather into the abyss,
that moment held precious in its safekeeping for eternity.
A time capsule for midsummer nights forgotten. 

"You are the smell of dawn in the evening," he said.
"You are the taste of champagne in flat beer," he said.

Your love burned though me like wildfire on a summer day,
fiercely and all-consuming,
leaving no trace behind of the lover I once was.
Yet your devastation brings with it new growth.
I know the life you give.