| peace threatens to take over my body but right now i must stay awake for my seven-thirty class and it's too much to ask of me |
| he whispers his thoughts to me, sweet breath rustling the tendrils above my ear, and I smile this hope is too much for me I reach and climb, but I fail, pick myself up, reach for him but my hands fail to find skin fail to hear the loving voice fail to pull you close to me but, still, he calls to me now and asks me to try again and I know I'll get up, reach - |
| soft pillow, full-sized bed - empty covers on your side snow now falls outside |
| i write because he talks and i need sleep but i cannot have it, and so, instead, i write |
| all works (c) 2001 Krissi M. |