Flickers touch brushes the edge of my mind,

Tantalising teasing body I felt,

Wisps of you but your form I cannot find,

Long since on your curves my hands dwelt,

Vestments of your soul eco footfalls,

Through stone pathways now too devoid of you,

But your image remains in empty halls,

Your footprint dark against the morning's dew,

To hold your beauty once more near me tight,

You glorious in honest nakedness,

Curl around you from dusk till morning light,

To kiss white skin to sleep, to wakedness,

Flickering wisps of a touch against skin,

Hollow my soul empty without my sin.