Love pain joy romance wishful longing

the beat


She recognized him by touch and heat 

a sudden rise and wince,

a memory bitter sweet 

When he played his beat upon her heart 

her soul fell into pieces at her feet 

called from her depths 

pain washed through her as she wept 

rising under feminine heat 

the ghost of love remained 

torture in vain, nothing to gain 

the pieces of her soul fell to his beat

like the tapping of the sweet rain 

only memories remain

Author's Notes/Comments: 

sometimes its just not over. Ever.