Relics
Cathedral silence
Entranced by panties
Relic of love
Laying like a shroud
Enshrined by my passion
Simple fruit of the loom
And matching bra
Luminescent aura
Fingers tracing seams
Luxuriating through cotton
Sensory memory journey
Tingling vision unfolding
Like an opium dream
Her supple form alive
Beneath my fingertips
Hallucinating love
In dark caverns of solitude
Tomb chamber echoing her
voice
In
Magic theater of mind
Resurrecting affection
Haunting sepulcher
Tender cotton vessels
Of supple flesh
Gentle reminders
Of Elysian days
Artifacts of romance
Buried under ruins
Of fallen dreams