Raw Reticent.

A thousand moons shone upon the moment,
and I could still taste the salt on your fingertips.
Contagious stillness like an old photograph,
Flooding back in streams of pain you craved.

And do your dreams still ache the same,
when you live to serenade time painted grey?
Lackluster  never lost it's persistant charm,
And a touch,a bristling brush reunites the hurting.

Raw and unreal,the love that demands,
Ebullience floating out low,dull thuds of luck.
Because even in the hour too cold,
The red reassurance of warmth unfolds.

Passion,they say,is painted red,
Sun steals kisses from the sky,Sunset.
Fragile faith rocks on it's edge,
Molten,melting between our fingers laced.