Yellow

I fell asleep clasping
a tight container of compliments
collecting condensation
they stay on the pillow
with my head and neck
coating my insides

I open my eyes
and the dawn shyly emerges
staining the cieling a golden transparent
breathing on to my skin and hair
even the mirror, beams in her attention
saluting the room with reflected light

I turn to my side
to face your absence
placing my hand lightly
as to reach for the gap of your back
and between your fingers

where is it that you linger now?
is it in the persistent throbbing of my head,
the stiffness of my fingers, the monotony of my heart beat,
the coldness of my back, the pins and needles
in the arches of my feet?

No love, these only mark your absence.

So where is it love, where is it that you linger?

somewhere in between the pen and the paper
the dreaming and waking
in the way you prime my body
and collude with my eyes

to see beauty

and be grateful