Embraced within her bosom 

I sit at the edge of her bed intrepid fingers  trembling 
opening the burnt musk oak jewelry box

I listen to Debussy's piano concerto
“ Clair De Lune “

alone in this  awkward twilight

this lonesome room …..

You speak to me
and I get lost
in your words

I close my eyes
to touch their meaning

I can still smell
your sweet essence

here next to me 
amidst the waning light
of  this  empty  room

though you  cling
like the  jealous
forlorn lover

to the frigid stare
of a pale wintry moon

you run 
with the intrepid abandon
of a child

to the wild coyote

and revel
in his chilled foggy breath

as I empty
my loneliness
to the sky

to the pain of losing you