Heat licks and curls
Around the afternoon
Around us.
White linen
Billowy frame
Of water views.
Salt tang
Hints and hangs
Around you
Heat writhes
Heating the skin
Inside my wrist.
Liquid heat.
Where are you -
Right now?
1. Sheets that smell of sunshine and captured fresh air, newly laid on the
mattress just before bedtime – not a single wrinkle to be found – anywhere.
2. A book – so well written that even as eyelids droop you hesitate and
fight impending sleep just to read a few more words…..so real are the
characters.
3. Your foot, searching for me as sleep raises and lets me find some
consciousness – the comfort of that solitary seeking foot and the sheer
warmth.
4. The surprising icy cut of the wind on a day achingly crisp blue and the
shock of the cold right through to the numbness of the fingers.
5. A voice that is so musically perfect that you stretch and turn and are
stunned even though the voice is one you know intimately.
6. The tiny tucked warmth of a young child curled as sleep moves close to
carry them under whispering thank you unexpectedly.
