all that might have been

The nightglow is a fog
Deep and impenetrable
Jasmine filled 
it burns my senses
Inside my body it awakens
Old feeling long mourned
Long passed
Skin as soft as silk
Breast to return me
Into childhood.
Such nights
 are without pity
Writing in indelible
Script onto my soul
Spare me the memory
Expunge my faults
Leave me alone
Inside my vessel
Alone and silent
Without your tantalizing
Glows of what might of been