Touch Me
last night
i awoke under the tossing
and turning of night's sky,
half-lit flickers of light
glowing from beneath
thick, smoke-colored clouds
that lit my room
much like the candle
burning cherry scents
only a few hours ago.
with night's veil
only half-lifted
i rolled myself
towards you,
your body, molded,
awaiting,
as if craving my touch,
settled me
within a comfortable dark.
night became still again,
more so than us
and her sounds became
distant echoes to ours
as we slid from dreams
to reality
and back to dreams.
i awoke this morning
to the sounds of birds
singing outside my window,
the sun was still hanging
on the edge of the horizon
blushed as red as me
in remembering night.
you were as still as summer's air
but the smile on your face
told me, you were singing
louder than these birds,
and i settled myself in,
pressing tightly
against you,
and you rose,
slightly before day.
now i sit
alone,
watching the sun
make her way across
the half-covered sky,
as if trying to sleep in
on this sultry day,
and i
can't help but crave
your touch again.
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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