Absence
Her smell
lingers on
the pillow, permeated
with her dreams.
A sweet
perspiration
mixed with thoughts
and sensuous moods,
a soothing lotion
to soften dry solitude.
Her smell
lingers on
the pillow, permeated
with her dreams.
My legs
reach out
are chilled by empty sheets,
no music of rhythmic breathing
or moans
to interrupt my sleep.
I seek
communion
in fervent worship,
mute flesh of icons.
A well-worn
garment
left behind in haste
uplifts my heart
with cast-off scents
of bodies now apart.
I seek
communion
in fervent worship,
mute flesh of icons.
The glass
of wine
taken in solitude,
the dinner prepared in care,
swallowed,
but not chewed.
A voice
echoes
in deserted rooms,
vacant shrines of tedium.
Checking
the mailbox
hour by hour
for welcome words
and news that carry power
to save a house marooned.
A voice
echoes
in deserted rooms,
vacant shrines of tedium.
Trying
to shatter time and space,
mindless chores take the place
of laughter, and of tears,
only one’s reflected face,
alone, in empty mirrors.
Her smell
lingers on
the pillow permeated
with my dreams.