Dust of a burnt stick

Charcoal to paper
The simple line
Drawn
The gentle caress
Of chin to slender neckline
To ear lobe nibble
Lips whispering a secret wish
As fingers grasping the last images
Of a shaded gaze lovingly held
Under fingertip smudges
Dust from a burnt stick
Of a summer romance, remembered

~kyotebyte~2001