WARMA Poem by Losthiding in my blanketed sanctuary I make myself small balled up in the fetal position clinging onto a pillow that I hug close to me sandwiched between my knees my arms wrapped around it I imagine the pillow animate the weight and resistance of a torso a person to put their arms around me too when I need it but my pillow does not obey my wishful thinking and it is never replaced by a chest that rises and falls it is only ever a padded rectangle folded and scrunched and squeezed in my desolate embrace I scramble through my memories sifting through the sensory details grabbing ahold of the most recent recollection of a night where I wasn’t alone and wringing it out again and again trying to squeeze out the final drops of tactile sensation the remaining morsels of comfort derived from physical affection I pick out the smallest details and focus on reconstructing them as vividly as possible" the feeling of his soft, hot breath kissing my neck and shoulder whispers color back into my cheeks I feel the steady rise and fall of his slowed, sleepy breathing and the rhythm of life throbbing in his chest his arm wrapped around me draped across my waist and over my chest the pressure and weight of his legs tangled with mine it feels like safety and I know I need to cherish it because I won’t have him for long I turn around in his arms to open my eyes and study him I don’t want to forget his lips or his long eyelashes when he leaves I stroke his cheek lightly running my fingers through his beard I want to cry because I needed this so bad and it will never last but I put my sadness away and save it for a lonelier night when I won’t hear his quiet snore next to me for when I am alone again in my arctic tundra bed frozen to my sheets and stuck in the cold" I want to exist suspended in this moment these few hours our bodies melted together and drown in the combined volume of our collective contentment I want to always remember you so when I feel the ice in my core chilling my bones at night I have a time to remember when I finally felt warm © 2018 Lost |
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