The breeze whispers across my skin

like a moonlit reflection

in a sea of bliss.

A moment of regret

cast into the depths

of a heart grown weary

that aches for forgetfulness.

A single tear lost in a moment that tarries

it longs for a kiss, from the lips

of sugared honey- just one more moment

like this

in remembrance of the wind

that carries

the scent of freshly washed skin

in the salty drips

of a passion

that bleeds from within.