Our bed feels so incomplete with you gone
as if you were more essential than pillows
or the very mattress underneath.
I find myself stirring all night long
like a child without the security of light
I am afraid of shadows on the wall
and every little noise in the dark.
By the time morning comes
I've used up the gentle comforts you
soft smells of perfume on the pillowcase
traces of mascara
tiny strands of hair
I need the greater comforts now.
the view of your naked back
and the ticker tape embrace we share
when making love
followed by the eating of one another's eyes and
Hurry back to bed...