I barely slept last night.

For bold new dreams came strangely upon me,
And dreamt me awake while the night was still young.

I dreamt.
And woke up wanting you.

While you were not there.
And yet, everywhere.

And so I could not sleep.
Alone in the soft, feeling, darkness.

Alone, with the warmth of my body.

Though we are not yet together
Already

You have
saved me from loss, from the long, lonely longing,
the lifeless embrace of inanimate pillows.

You have felt
just as I always thought you should feel
You seem somehow too perfect
to be quite entirely real
Truth or fantasy?
In time, I suppose, we'll see.

Suddenly

Suddenly
You were.

And I was
Free.

Unbound from the weight of old shackles of pain-
those old chafe-marks of violent anguish and strain

Where the presence of beauty once brought me chill grief
There is now only lightness and silent relief.
Your first touch had cast out all the old demons of grief.

Passion
can wait.

For this quiet, still and painless joy
that salves the fear marks branded deep
and raw into my soul

That seared my nerves so much so that I
at last forgot how to feel.

Perhaps you will teach me that too, as I heal.

Stream of consciousness

did you lose me? ... wild child abandoned left lost forgotten

forgotten, our moments of ... quiet perfection

i am alone again

and you were barely here

barely there

i still remember

but i too am forgetting

it was so frictionless

so perfect

that i am forgetting

as you too have forgotten

so easily

as easily as you slipped into my life

you have slipped away

slipped my mind

quiet child

forgotten

forgetting

The brief contact that hinted at fuller magic

A spell, a glamour, more potent,
pervasive and strong as
we ever dared dream
that we have not touched yet
and now will never

The future lies unwritten empty pages
In an unopened book

That we forgot to find
in the libraries
of our mind