MorningMorning arrives,the still freshly scented sheets are tangled, wrapping me in a 300 count cocoon Bones and sore muscles stretch as I reach over to your side of the bed Empty and alone Cold and rumpled Yet your scent lingers on there Opening one eye, I peer over and seek where the pillow still holds the form of you beside me. Tingling all over as I remember what we shared -- the spots where sharp teeth left a mark on me -- the flavor of musk cologne upon my bottom lip -- the feel of thick fingers where they clutched my head Memories are splatters of warmed molasses that slowly ooze around in my mind to burn these senses once more. Copyright by PattyR |