i feel him
each night
as I lay in my narrow bed
darkness thins to gray
and once more
I am in his arms
he
returned from
the thick black nothing
of mould,dirt,ashes
with dew drenched lips
begins to kiss my sweet
memories
only the dawn notes our tryst
by Melanie Bishop
I don't know if i was able to send my message....
ReplyDeleteOh, Melanie. My heart bleeds with you. You are a widow like me, right? I love your poetry because I feel your sorrow. Such raw emotions.
Sending you love, light, and healing.