The Twilight Echo

That subtle imprint,

The etch

The sketch of him

 

Never saw the germ

Sneak under my skin

That gentle djinn

 

No showers or spas

Might lather away

Those twilight echoes

 

Nor would I want

 

His eyes tattooed me

His soul embraced

And it soothed

 

To be understood

And held so,

Caressed in tears

 

That profound

The meaning

A sublime

 

And none but I

Can tell