Love After…

by Lisa Griswold

In the whispers of the wind I can hear him.
His warm sweet hand gently moving the hair from my face
Comforting and soothing the pain like lace.

In the roar of the wind I can feel him

Rumbling through my soul like a deep echo.
Stealth movements in quiet like the Gecko

In the still of the night I can smell him
Sweetness and musk ..lilacs and roses
His sweet breath kissing parts of my nose

I open my eyes and I see him
His love his eyes his incredible power
It is after this I need a cigarette and shower.

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Bio: Lisa Griswold is a poet and freelance writer from Anderson, California.

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