Traces of Love

Dainty flip flops at the bed room door
a path of silence
marking the trek
to the pinnacle of Love

Lipstick graffiti on the mirror
pink swirls from the drunken sunset
tell tale signs, lurid sign posts
shadowing Love's, spent flame

Shaved fingernail clips
lying on the dresser
the casings of carbine fingers
that probed my taut fibers

Brimming on the Night Stand
interlocking rings from cocktail glasses
the crust from two dredged vessels
intoxicated with Love's, salty vapors

Black laces lying in state
straps that toned her figure
highlighting the lubed grooves
of a finely-tuned engine

On goose down pillows
strands of blond hair
from the ruffled mane
of my bucking Philly

Between the wrinkled sheets
at the seminal junction
perfume mixed with cashmere sweat
exhaust from two libidos in overdrive