Eloquence

All eloquence is gone in Your presence

I’m speechless, whirling, turning, falling.

The smoke gone from the hot coals

-          Of last night’s close embrace

Only leaves its invisible imprint

That clings to my clothes and hair

….yet why…

When I try to grasp that memory

It escapes me…

Just like that tendril wisp of your touch?

Words leave me mute.

As I struggle to describe You.

You who can leave no trace

Leaving only

A hint of your presence.

Leaving me

Hungry for more.

Lord, I yearn for the old me. The person who was so in Love, and willingly so.