Modern Romanticism

To curving winds, carrying
all that spilled overboard.
Sighs are racing
over your neck, mixing with
a scent, upon a pair
of trembling shoulders.

Your innocence, to care for
within awaited temperature.
Your form to be undressed
in these shadows,
surrounding us, like fallen leaves,
like broken-off petals.

Is it the shed sunlight
that keeps your smile hesitant?
Is it the promise that creeps in,
letting you know what to keep?

Is it my eyes
sending a message
upon your faded lips,
telling you to come close?
Am I answering you,
or are you questioning me?

Are you questioning the reasons
for fire to burn? Are you, once more,
craving an eclipse,
to let go, to drift
towards shrouding mist?