Waking into a warm bed on a cool
morning like this,
a chill on the breeze coming through
I think of reaching for lovers,
seeking the warmth of their
voices through the telephone,
those raspy “good morning” calls,
our vocal chords still
recovering from the silence of the night.
I think of the warm turning over,
turning in, the seeking of closeness,
soft arm under smooth neck,
legs relaxed in their entanglement,
the gentle heat of breath against cheek.
Waking into such a bright, cold morning
wakes me into these memories, these
desires kept at bay in the heat of summer,
makes me ready for change.