An Afterthought (an ode)

Your staunch, upright figure -
                                                it's captivating.
Your voice it whispers -
                                                        winking like fireflies playing hide and go -
seek.
The one and only in my thoughts
when my fingers                                         touch yours,
melting like fiery leaves;
first resisting the air with half effort
and then giving in -                 to rest
until disappearing,
seeping,
into the moist abode of the worms.