You left
your shadow.
Here
with me.
A dark impression of you remains,
blackly radiant with your kisses,
your resinous scents
of oudwood and amber.
Haunting enchantment;
fading golden glow;
whiff of fragrant sweet tobacco smoke;
nighttime sadness.
Midnight salt and sweat
of your skin
lingers on my tongue,
tasting of redolent spice.
You are inside me still.
I can feel you,
writhing
in and out,
our souls touching
at the hinges.
Memories of ecstasy, of betrayal;
these rich, royal colors,
all this pleasure and pain,
dark amethyst hues,
held within my glassy heart
like a powder keg.
In the same
dangerous, enticing,
volatile manner
that an enigmatic old bottle
contains a djinn.