Lost Partner Poem by Arno Le Roux

Kissing the sun rose to meet a new day,
Her doors flung wide open pulling in the ray,
Bottom of the hill was not her place to stay,

Lip gloss on the table next to her dress,
Hard to find quality now in this greyness,
Then she became happy with a little bit less,

Pulling open the heavy curtain to the side,
Away with the darkness and so the tide,
Still awaiting her lover over the sand too wide,

Sucking again on the tea cup where her lover's lips,
It was paler now and put her hands on her hips,
She imagined a woman's hands and the finger tips,

Put hands down her back around her middle and closed,
Both her eyes as she now almost dozed,
Her gown fell down the white satin snowed,

Hands she wished that ran down her back,
On the spur of the moment nails on her neck,
Her reflection in the mirror the shadow on the deck,

Partner's hands and nails today is late,
Breasts pointing up but will have to wait,
Her duplicate self in the mirror up straight,
Hands sliding down her pale white skin,
Sliding down more where shaving goes thin,
Down a bit further she don't want to go in,

Revealing herself in the mirror too tall,
Hard pressed her back on the icy cold wall,
Niples both cold looking out to the stall,

As if calling her partner its getting too late,
They hunger for kisses for this is the date,
Shrunk goes the shadows increasing the rate,

Her addiction affection for no one to see,
Partner please hurry I hunger for thee,
Kissing her own hands can't make her free,

Down goes her fingers its almost all set,
Between the images the ocean spray wet,
Her mouth now wide open more air to get,


Breasts covered goosebumps starting to sway,
Working herself up yearning and pray,
Her lover should have never left for today,

Way above the birds her voice echoed dry,
Down they looked from a darker grey sky,
Loosening her foothold she didn't know why,

Her attempt to get there now a great rush,
Towel pulled over her to block the wet gush,
As soon as she got there in a great wash,

She heard a faint voice the familiar smell,
Looked up and saw but no one to tell,
Up somewhere was green tea then a soft bell,

Smiling above her, her lover still dwell...

Arno Le Roux 2014