LAST NIGHT
I awoke in the middle of the night
thinking you were there.
I swear I heard your heart beat
coming from your side of the bed;
could feel your breath
softly warm my face;
could smell you,
a womanly musk,
floating crisply
like a clear winter’s day.
I awoke
thinking you were there.
But it must have been a dream
cause you left
some time ago
taking with you a warm bed,
the rising morning sun,
and the way the moon
loves eating orange.
~~redzone 10.21.05









This is a sweet red zone, and it gives a cozy vibe to it.
Dreams like this are “sweet”, Fia. They are “cozy” as well, but then there comes the hollowness when you awaken and realize it is just a dream, a memory of what once was. Thank you, Fia, for your comment.
Ah, we all have been there, and seek to write an adequate poem to capture the feelings that it causes. Your write does it very well, tenderly and a slight bit hauntingly. Wonderfully written.
Thanks, Styxian, for your visit and comment. They are deeply appreciated.
A tender meditation on absence, where memory lingers in heartbeat, scent, and light. The poem makes longing almost tangible, delicate yet deeply felt.
RomaJ, your insights are spot on. Thank you.