Forgetfulness

Those tressess, 

  tangled,  

   mild

In my exhales, 

  wishfully think

They seem to bear flight

From between the gentle strands

Your eyes 

   Peer, 

     blink

They are  

   Dawns and sunsets

Between your gentle stares 

Of blank and wilfulness

My mind 

    is lost 

     in your's

In the room lit with your glow

Drenched in molten amber

I yearn 

    to be painted 

       in your skin

Or at least it's light

Blur my vision ever so slight

In your exhales 

    Like mornings

     And it's haze

Let my face be washed in them

In the gentle smells of wild roses

If 

   and your lips 

      greet mine

Pin me down,

Remind me to live

Your sight 

   erases my 

     thoughts

Your touch will 

   make me forget 

      to breathe