You were my first taste of love,
adored before these lips knew how
to suckle sweet milk from the breast.
Last night you crept home past
midnight and I shivered against your cool
breath. You’re more distant than Pluto,
as unpredictable as those quakes that split
the earth. The long-cold nights stretch endless
and I stare wide-eyed into the unquiet
darkness, wild thoughts my only company. I want
to go back to those evenings when the smooth
of my cheek met your caress and my body
exhaled next to you, to those rested
mornings when my eyes blinked
away the sweet remnants of dreams.
Lover, come back to our bed.
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013