Awake

Because a very special lady isn't with me...but should be.

Awake

I woke, enveloped within the comfort only your warmth can bring
My head was nestled into the curve of your shoulder, my hand on velvet skin, stroking.

But you weren’t there.

Memory brought the scent of woman: gentle, and softly sated with pleasure
So warm with sleep, so twined with hints of passions past:
An ambiance of morning…a residue of night…a reason for joy and tears

But you weren’t there.

I woke with you gathered tightly around my being, comforting and exciting, both at once.
I woke to memories and to desire, and to comfort, as my lips--of themselves--"sought yours.

And then, you were there. But only for a moment:
In warmth
In passion
In comfort
In life
In all that matters.

But then, sadly, reality brought a sigh, and a turning inward
And on waking, I wept.

Because you weren’t there.

Author's Note

I fixed the M-dash problem and the swapped last two lines on 10/3/18.

Reviews

[Kichu]

Too deep. Yet the meaning is one which every single person from around the world can relate to. This longing and the melancholy that accompanies it is one a lot of people who had true love would have gone through

[Elaine]

Not too terribly shabby, I suppose.

[flaco]

nicely expressed emotions.

[']

Hits home, but 'should' is a strong word there. I think this poem greatly captures why a lot of us write, and the phrases that explain our feelings, but not the truth.

[Leo]

"An ambiance of morning…a residue of night…a reason for joy and tears"

Beautiful word play and imagination! Well done

[Kelly Scheppers]

To awaken to find it really was a dream, after all. That is truly the heartbreak.

[Cherrie Palmer]

The perfection of love is a delicate thing. Nothing more painful, than the fact, that all that remains is the memory.

[¿]

Hmm.......... :) can't find root cause it's that deep!

[Resa]

It feels strange reviewing your work for some reason.
Oh ! That's right, you are a lot more educated and knowledgeable than myself.
LOL :)
BTW, thank you for taking taking the time to help me improve on my writing.
I wrote a poem titled " Real " after reading this poem you wrote, I thought you might like mine.
Everything I write, is true ,meaning it's happened in my life.
Some quite recently.
E except the political type stuff. Those are really just a way to vent and voice my frustration.
Also, you lied! You said that you're not even a very good writer, you in fact are. :)

[Quietstorm]

I enjoyed this piece! Know the feeling all too well. Keep writing☺