One

Slowly waking, parting lips,

the warmth creeping away from my body like a shadow with the rising sun.

A diagonal weight across my chest for the lack of your hold. Reassurance in a new way- harsh, piercing.

Sinking in a circle, both my palms slipping down your chest.

A sound, a gasp – need.

I retreat into an idea, colours cover my face. My vision sweeps up the wall, along the ceiling.

Projections with mixed memories,

hands clasped, shades of grey

make it a reverie.

Sudden- static. A flash of tangled legs and I turn my head.

I smirk with tomorrow’s breath on my neck. And search alone for the warmth.

 

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