Kiss
I like saying goodnight with a kiss. Wishing for a warm body though only twisted sheets cover me in the dark. Your eyes don't change color in the dim light, like my sterling ring reflecting the streetlamps. Listening to you breathe while you listen to me breathe, though neither of us move and hours seem like minutes in the small bed … Why sleep when I can be with you? Now I lay here alone wondering -- how many blurry-eyed sunrises I've seen through a lifted blind and dirty window how many times have I fought my eyelids to have one more second. how many times have I cried, hoping you would be there when I open my eyes when I turn on the light when I reach out my hand I think of the smells -- the cold breeze the river the grass the dew the skin and the sheets -- And the sounds -- of sirens and silence and sighs. All this knowing I won't get my way. Settling for swirling colors and Heaven and light in lonely slumber. Hoping one day I get my way. © S. Amanda Clevinger |