Leave No Trace

​Leave No Trace

The room was rented
her heart on loan
affections borrowed
passions shown
garments silken
on the floor
do not disturb
on the door
her breath quickened
her breasts a sigh
in her arms
I went to die
instead I lived
from her touch
I guess I needed
this so much
I’d been alone
not anymore
the room was rented
and behind the door
there lay lovers
in sweet embrace
our loneliness
leaves no trace

(c) 2003 Paul D. Aronson.