07-22-2014, 08:49 AM
Presence, Absence
There are rarely nights when my mind evades you,
though I will confess to the occasional night or two
when my thoughts are caught in the stars.
My hands were designed to miss things,
aching to hold unavailable hips.
I miss your cackle like a clap of thunder
misses the hushed night sky
and while I lie here alone,
too sweaty and afraid of facing my dreams
to close my eyes, I will imagine
that we are curled up nude in a lush valley.
Still awake, I lie. I lie by myself - to myself -
and I can feel the surge of your absence
whipping me towards a dormant truth
atop a barren mountain far from where you are.
There are rarely nights when my mind evades you,
though I will confess to the occasional night or two
when my thoughts are caught in the stars.
My hands were designed to miss things,
aching to hold unavailable hips.
I miss your cackle like a clap of thunder
misses the hushed night sky
and while I lie here alone,
too sweaty and afraid of facing my dreams
to close my eyes, I will imagine
that we are curled up nude in a lush valley.
Still awake, I lie. I lie by myself - to myself -
and I can feel the surge of your absence
whipping me towards a dormant truth
atop a barren mountain far from where you are.