Mourning Dreams

My dreams trace your laugh-lines

and sparkles part grey clouds between light lashes

Fingertips brush tensed lips to release breath

held within a chest hungry for my hands

...

My muscles clench at the rustle of my lonely sheets

Sticky with desire I cage behind my eyelids until

...

My pale lips twist ruefully, the fun teenage fantasies

disintegrating beneath the glaring dawn of another monday morning

My barefeet flinch as I trudge to pull on another pitstained tshirt

before beginning an another obligatory run

While the warmth fades from my soft sheets