vacant space

Posted: March 3, 2009 in Poems
I wake to your empty pillow
still showing some form there,
the feather fill resists the pull
to roll back to unused round.
It still smells of your sweetness
and I want you here, how selfish
to share the sun’s grand rise,
through slats that lit your face,
when you wake me in the morning
and hug me in the dawn.
Touch, the most electric of connections.
The power behind closeness and unity,
that is what this vacant space presents
the power of finger-tip reality.
dwk
Comments
  1. Sheena says:

    lips to lips……skin to skin…….kiss between lovers….may the dance begin……………Morning.xx

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  2. Eyu says:

    Not bad at all.

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  3. Sheena says:

    evocative…..very evocative….xx

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  4. penny says:

    Very good, Dave

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