TheFeatheredSleep – A touch lost to silence
l.
I slept though I did not sleep
onboard the memory of you
wrapped around my legs
entwined we touched, we did things
in real life we would not
like thirsty vines found purchase
I wake hot with a sore-throat
for calling you in dream
you stay just far enough away to be
exquisite, painful
still, you are with me
all throughout this fatigued day
my hair matted with thought of your voice, your mouth
heart faster for desire unspoken
recollections like film reel
thin wrists, strong arms, long neck
slender back of an archer sending her arrow
colt legs as brown as sundown eclipsing
autumn leaves
the bedroom lure of your perfumed eyes
I saw it years ago and it pierced me
as keenly as a real knife might
cut through something willing and laid it open
to conquest
I said nothing then,
my tongue in my mouth
longing…
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