Unsolicited Refrains

I wait threadbare; my bed unmade from the wrinkles we painted on it that crimson night. The purple yarn of my pillow still indulgent in serenades of the forbidden. The arid smell of your flesh rolled into the pockets of my pillow cases we raked our conversations on. The loose talks and the dirty ones. Your deliberations teasing my earlobes and steering my sins. Your fingers tracing the wind trails across my hair and the length of my neck still drenched in the sweet nothings of the subtle whispers of your breath.

I wait rumpled; the feathers of your voice ruffled and tucked into my bed sheet precariously and my blanket still warm from the dormant fires that succumbed to the sensual caressing. Your gaze caught in the reds and browns of my mahogany mirror where I watch your reflection undress me; thread by thread. Comforting my bare shoulders and flattering me in adoration while it gapes at me like I am a collector’s item.

I wait reticent; the air still brimming with the casual smell of your cigarette hurled into tangled remains of your scent. The ashtray unkempt, untouched, unscarred. The stubbed remains still resounding with the unnoticed tremble in the touch of your fingers and the quiver of your lips; of that of a tethered after thought.

And so I wait unsolicited because that night you had reduced me to the same. You had leaned into me so close within those taut constraints that my particles trembled with the misconstrued symphony that your fingers played on me. My soul quivered in the darkness of my closed eyes when your lips were about to kiss mine but only almost there; your breath delicately stroking mine but not quite there yet. You left me gaping for air while my greed chiseled in the flames of untamed passion and destroyed me while I waltzed into the ashes of your stardust.