Frigid Lies My Lover

Her skin is cold to the touch, the smooth surface reminiscent of a once passionate embrace; oh, how I missed the warmth it once carried. As we both lie there in bed, locks of gold trail over the silken pillows and her breath is that of the steady ocean’s swell in its rhythm. I always knew you’d be the death of me. Turning onto my side to look at my heart’s cruel captor, I look upon the face of Lucifer himself; alluring, seductive, and full of lies. Does he see what I see within you? Could you give a care? My thoughts scream to my every sense, the swell of silent agony collecting within my chest. The pulse of memories returning from earlier in the day, each second like a beat to the impending doom of my love. Soft lips caressing tanned flesh, sighs like an evocative echo of falsehoods draping over you, like his limbs, and resting upon your breast…Did the thought of me run across your beautiful mind and stop long enough for you to see? Or did it wander and stop beating to my very presence? Stop as I did to see you like this, my art. You killed me. As I lie here within our bed of broken vows and promises, like you, my heart is now cold. Frigid.