remember the night


soft touches on the satin stitching

of the scalloped embroidery

on the bed sheet as i fall asleep   reminding me


of something yet to be known   the soft lines

of a face on the silver screen   

soft focus   black and white   an actress   


remember the night   reminding me

of something just out of reach   

hidden   within   calling   urgent   distant   


an ache and an arching   soft and rhythmical   touching

the satin embroidery   holding her face

in my thoughts   not yet understanding the ache


or the rhythm   knowing only a begging emptiness 

that could be filled   somehow   only by her








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Written on 2019-10-05 at 11:13

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So gentle, so beautiful. Almost Neruda-like softness.