By Damsel In Distress
Date: 6 March 2001

Crisp, White Sheets


No rain came that summer, it seemed
No howling winds that stir life
     in the trees, in the leaves,
     that rustle fast and furious;
           dancing in the air, spinning, together.
No, nothing stirred or spoke or sang....
Only my crisp, white sheets
     rustle around me,
Sticky skin entangled by your memory
     longing for you, your touch
           as you hush my lips
           kiss my eyelids, breath hot in my ears
                and neck
           fingers trace my body, hearts racing
           the storm that love brings.
Stillness surrounds me and I
     hold my breath, hoping, dreaming,
     wishing that you would appear
           beneath those crisp, white sheets
           and hug me, wrap yourself between my legs
                as only the sheets would.
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