Dreams on a Wednesday
I blanket myself
In the softness of dreams unfulfilled
On a Wednesday.
Each morning
Lifts its cushion
Of tenderness
Off your frame
As the sun seeps
Through holes
Punched through
The curtains lining my eyes.
My vision of you
Sticks close,
Felt on lips
And tasted
On
The tip of my tongue.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013