Declared the red digital clock, forcefully.
My left hand tingled
In the place where your right belongs.
My body felt as half-baked dough
In an oven of linen:
My feet and ankles embraced by old wool socks,
Slate grey and olive green,
Bare arms and shoulders,
A black chemise is all the rest.
My dreams are full of you,
With your long-limbed frame
And Gaia's mossy eyes,
Your gentle voice and
The sweetness of your fleeting touch.