Ashes After the Rain

So

Haunting

the memories 

of wanting

you

I still feel

the twinge tingling

the fluttering beat

the rung out

core of my being

desperate

for you

You stared 

back at me

as if you knew my thoughts

your plump plum lips

ripe for the tasting

Your words

an invitation 

unanswered

Your hand

rough and warm

offered to me

as proof

My fingertips

would graze over

until 

they entwined

with yours

holding

still

holding

back

holding the secret

for just a moment longer

Oh how I was filled

to my edges

my walls

swelled

with want

for you

I am

helpless

here

there is no washing away

the  eager evidence

of my longing

Longing clings like ashes

after the rain

OctPoWriMo 17 Day 20