MY BLOOD MOVES LISTLESSLY


I find myself hugging pillows late at night, or in the laze of midafternoon. My fingers, searching for the warmth of your skin, refuse to be controlled. I lay down to sleep, and my body nestles closer to the void you are not here to fill. I sit down to watch TV, and lean towards a shoulder that is not there. My only comforts are the hazy memories of our two bodies entwined, arms encircling backs, fingers twisting in soft hair, your breath caressing my ear.

The more often we meet, the more hollowly my heartbeat rings without yours beside it; my blood moves listlessly without your pulse echoing beneath my fingertips. We soak up the stolen hours in the paradise of each other's arms, but the moment our cruel realities have reclaimed us, my soul is once again half empty. It is never enough.

[submitted 03/14/04]
the love letter collection