You fit into my arms as you always did,
Face between my breasts, head cradled
By my encircling arm.
Belly to belly, our legs
Entangled in the old familiar knot.
Your breathing deep and slow, content,
Secure within the warm, protective bed.
Eyes open, I stare past
Your morning-tousled head,
And watch the curtains, stirring in the draft
From the noisy world.
My heart still beats against you,
But my mind is elsewhere.
23 August 2007
© Melinda Belynda
