Orchids petals

Lying on a bedsheet full of pinky orchids petals,
Staring at the ceiling in a room with Persian carpets,
Still can`t forget seductive eyes of tasty hazel,
I searched for miracle, was ready blowing my own trumpet.

I smell the distant fragrance of despair,
These gloomy walls are like the cage I can`t escape,
I dip my trembling fingers into tangled hair
And ask the heaven for at least five-minute break.

These memories have poignant smack of days gone by,
The snow white bedsheet lets me feel your recent presence,
I feel so weightless like the clouds floating across the sky,
My feet keep walking steadily on edge of dangerous razor.

I still remember orchids fragrance in a dance of frantic passion,
The way we joined lips in blissful kiss ignoring the tears,
Illusive puffs of pungent smoke in the curls of clear ashen,
I wished the precious moment to linger on for years.

Day by day the feeling ripened into fruit delicious,
We ran across the puddles under pouring rain,
Sunlight in your eyes made me somewhat injudicious,
I lost control of me yielding to temptation instantly and bain…

I`m lying on a bedsheet surrounded by pinky orchids odor,
Imagining you kiss my fingertips like not so long ago
When I drowned in your love like in deep blue stormy water,
I never thought these memories will one day fight me like a foe.