Something in the night

Moves over me–

Like the memory of a kiss that lingers in the dark.
An anticipation that exceeded expectation, soft and voiceless
even as its warmth still lays breathless upon
the nakedness of my
- Skin.

Speaks to me–
Like tendering whispers warm with secret desire.
Enveloping me with the remnants of intimacy and carnality
where the only trust I ever knew was found
in the asylum of your
- Arms.

Embraces me –
Like a lovers arms holding me close after the fall.
Caressing the chambers of my heart with a gentle finesse of
solitude of which I cannot help but wonder
who is holding you
- Now.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009