morning light
falling softly over
objects in the room
delicate textures
adjacent under
covers
nostalgia is
silent aching
the belly
the heart
her hands
his skin
she is
too sensitive
for this
world
love is
an animal
space flooded
squirming under
pressure of
drowning
he is
too tender
restrained by
anonymous
distance
secrets behind
locked doors
she is
a bending
field of
wildflowers
sun blazing
golden
an emptiness
in his chest
© 12.16.2023 heather brager
