A Kindling Soul

As her arm slid out From under her pillow, And reached A cold and rather Biting bed sheet, She froze, And pulled back Her arm, still reaching, Unsure, And fell back to sleep. While she dreamt Of sunshine, And red Calla Lilies, And hands intertwined, Succinct and lithe, A smile returned To a face that'd forgotten What it meant to be Sunny, And irrationally blithe. But a dream is a dream, How ever hard you try It ends, Whether twisted Or sprayed in calm, Eyes to the ground, She walked in the rain No surprise when she found Fisted, Her heart and her palms.

There is this ache That starts at the bottom of my neck And ends at my heart. But the pain never ceases. I remember my head on your shoulder. Watching your chest rise And in perfect rhythm, fall. And fall. I wait for your warmth To engulf my being again. To hear your laughter. And fill my heart’s hollow silence. Oh what would I give To watch you bury your face in my lap again. To feel your smile reach my face. And wish good riddance to these tears. Hold me, from a far. Lie with me. Close my eyes, and put me to sleep. And wake me up only when you’re here.