beneath the seven sisters
you gave yourself to me
an angel of light
shining through the darkness
all supple
and soft, my delight.
then night transformed to day
and days rolled into years
which melted like wax
to burning flame.
the seasons changed
as i called your name
but still you never came.
now memory has betrayed
unable to hold the taste
of your fragrance.
and as sleep slips
through these fingertips
still i call your name.
