As I snuggle down in my Yellow stripe bed all crisp with white and rose trim red, all around,warm scent of musk lingers still from bodies touched, of matted gold across pillow swept, smooth silk back, catching the glow of the half street light that dims thru the blinds out of the night into the gloom of my now,empty room.
Yet still I feel your warm heat there, the softest touch of where you were, the even breath listened to, unsettling my own tried rhythm with you.
'Twas not the frantic beat of two entwined that hovers here, nor how whispered things fell incoherent,drowning in my hair, nor when the stars appeared and shuddered there.
It was later, My thoughts so now embrace, that moment when you turned your face to sleep your dreams,your dreams unknown, away from me, away,alone. How beautiful in that half light you looked. Then tracing my fingers on your arm, crooked around your head above, I uttered wordlessly, Goodnight my love.