Awakening in the night, or is it dawn?
I used to know time from your slow breaths
and warm flank under my palm
The only clock I needed
Now i don't know, it's just dark
but the flush on my face
a Pemberton's sign, limning
a mass in the path to my heart
I raise my arms from under covers
Blood waves in the wetlands of my soul,
Salt reek and slick cheeks faintly glow
I whisper your name, and weep.
07 December 2010
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my mother had supervena cava syndrome, her tumor was blocking her heart path. strange that i should see this poem today.
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ReplyDeletea tender thought
ReplyDeleteThe grief of not having someone anymore--a tough one to get over.
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