Colombian Mountain Rose

I remember your brown eyes Beautiful and bittersweet. They held the fiery passion Of your ideals. They held your people’s pain. Those days full of rain With you at my side I could feel My desires like flowers Blossoming in the curvatures Of your breasts. I remember how you slept Ensconced in my back. Your body pulsating warmth Into the indifferent night. Sometimes, by the threads of moonlight, I would trace the outline of your face With my adulating fingertips. My attenuated breaths Dancing slowly With my racing heart. Day and night come the same Since our farewell kiss. The memory of you lips Forever emblazoned On my mind’s tapestry. All things are transitory The season of our love has passed. Our lives into the tide of time slip Ever further into the ether of nothingness From whence we came.