Morning After

Rain drops
                        mixed with the scent of a passing storm
                        slightly lingered on the window sill
                        But unable to resist the sun's warmth,
                        even with the wind's brief chill
                        they would soon disappear
                        as quickly and quietly as
                        they had arrived
                        Slipping into her gown -
                        body still bound by his midnight kisses
                        looking into the mirror
                        she smiled
                        I like your smile
                        Her cheeks, still flushed from the memories
                        filled with the passion of a rose's red
                        remembered the softness and the sound
                        of the evening's whispered voices in her head;
                        how his words healed her soul
                        like a light touch on a wounded scar
                        Alone in the world
                        sleeping flowers to wake soon
                        she stood motionless in the room
                        captivated by the bright bouquet of
                        colorful, thoughtful loveliness
                        She smiled again
                        I like your smile
                        Placing each cup and saucer
                        into its comfortable space
                        her fingers carefully traced
                        the outside rim
                        where his lips had been
                        And right there
                        in the slow rising of the morning sun
                        she felt him come home once more
                        for a long and gentle embrace