big bed – September 3

9.3.2014

the big bed still holds

my love, her taut calf

catching at my heart

 

the softness of limbs

that have welcomed

me

 

the soft hand reaching

across to caress

my pillow

 

how could I have

slept without her,

 

the years of my

lonely youth were

an illusion.

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