Colombian Mountain Rose

I remember your brown eyes
Beautiful and bittersweet.
They held the fiery passion
Your ideals.
They held your people’s pain.
Those days full of rain
With you at my side I could feel
My desires like flowers
Blossoming in the curvatures
Of your breasts.

I remember how you slept
Ensconced in my back.
Your body pulsating warmth
Into the indifferent night.
Sometimes, by the threads of moonlight,
I would trace the outline of your face
With my adulating fingertips.
My attenuated breaths
Dancing slowly
With my racing heart.

Day and night come the same
Since our farewell kiss.
The memory of you lips
Forever emblazoned
On my mind’s tapestry.
All things are transitory
The season of our love has passed.
Our lives into the tide of time slip
Ever further into the ether of nothingness
From whence we came.