I’m Here For You

“I’m here for you,” she whispered,
in a lonely hospital night.
Some foreign humor played
in the dark pools of her eyes.

Enveloped in her perfect fingers,
cool and smooth; marble,
my fever seemed to break.

A sleek smirk cut its way
across her porcelain face
like lightning.

“I’m here for you.”
Her ivory lips cooled me
as she wrapped me in lazy
folds of sleepy afterlife.

The Tower Journal – June 2015