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.