Soon to move from this spot
this dot of yellow from the air
an ordinary home for you outside
a capsule of potential for me, in here.
Must wake earlier, to fit more in
sleeping late is not usual though these days
my back is cramped, feels to the bed pinned
maybe walking helped of just relaxed
perhaps tension keeps me pained.
Missing you, your gently heart
quiet, noisy touching self
you encompass my inner world
your fingers reach down deeper go.
I am made for you as you fit me
as time passes our edges meet
you allow me to be free
while I awake you from a sleep.
Soon to move, shoes on, door locked
little cat, warm, curled inside
soon to return and rest again
thinking of your touch, your eyes.
May 22, 2013.