Afterglow

Pomegranate wine will seduce my slumber tonight,
But it will fail to capture the feelings left unattained
By the dreams I cannot create.

In the afterglow of touch and throe,
The night refuses to disguise
My appentence and ache.

Of all my endeavored pleasures,
None could begin to compensate
For a dream left unspun.

Of all the world's treasures,
I had to choose
That which cannot be won.

© 2005, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp