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 or just relaxed,

perhaps tension keeps me pained.


Missing you, your gentle 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.