Rifting the Divide
Leagues of water
separate us
and with a thought
she feels my touch.
With a push
of her consciousness
I feel her
curl up
into my back,
sending the shiver
down my spine
that you all know so well
when your lover
snuggles up to you
as you settle down
for night’s rest.
Half awake
I extend my arm
and caress her neck,
I feel her
gently touch my eyelids
and her groan rides on the clouds
causing my throat
to vibrate
as I growl
my intentions upon the moon
so she can read them
at her whim,
and so others can be inspired.
Its another day
and the sun sinks
behind my back.
I feel my skin come alive
as I recharge myself
from the ever present
mother of the night.
I speak into the wind,
sending my emotion
to the shade of my heart,
“ This distance,
this disillusion,
I cling to memories
as your presence
builds within me.
Sleep brings release,
drawing us closer,
as I stare at your eyes
riding on the moon.”
In the still of the night
she rests her head
on my shoulder
and I smack my lips
in anticipation
for when she’s actually there,
but for now,
until I can move continents
what will be will be,
and
I’ve never felt happiness’s caress before
the way it sparks upon my soul now.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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