It was the color of your bedside lamp that paints the room just the same
when I am seeing you lay there on the bed watching Manchester United game
and when I move my leg inside the blanket we share to keep you tight
you'd give me that "I am here" smile and kiss my forehead goodnight
then when the morning knocks, I will find you still counting sheep
and I will find myself exhumed by the whisper of your sleep

Winds muteness, touching
All senses always heard
Without a voice.

sweet and sour plums the
fruits all covered  in black ants
  an intense fragrance

Night winced at the luminous arising, parted,
lost, sulking back knowing Its time to envelope
Was clawing, burrowing slowly away.

-
the
dark and cold
woman
stood there

in
the expanse
of frigid white air
-

When I look in the mirror,
I only see a shadow.

I long to repeat that thing I never did before

your glance sees into me, as hearts beat in concert