The impressions on my mind
Are the lack of impressions in my bed
Feelings neither lonely nor ecstatic
And in the evening hours
I roll over
Longing to find your touch
To breathe “I love you” on your neck
While tracing vows on your shoulders
And memories down your back
To pull you to the warmth in my chest
Vessel lit by more than pleasant chance
Then filled with song and silence
To print your name on my lips
With overuse in laughter
And the quiet need to share my soul
To read my own, on your eyelids
Fading, projecting some shadow of myself
Between the shades of dusk and dawn
To waken to you unvanished
Returned from self-inflicted exile
And thoughts of worthlessness
Yet all are whispers and whimpers
Pathetic musings in the midnight hour
Scraping by on the way to rest.
Moonlit Poetry 