Stains Poem by Chris Hatley

The warmth in my heart which came from my love, now lost forever.
Your loving words and sweet embrace poisoned my soul,
intoxicated my life with thoughts of you.
This happiness I felt due to the things you said,
I allowed to reside in your arms.
But your chilly touch slowly drew out the essence of it all.
Like the blood of a calf stains the teeth of its killer,
your hands now stained by that which you took.
And when I find myself longing for your embrace
I am reminded by the stains left on your hands of the love you took.