by John Carter
I woke without you,
feeling echoes of the disarrangement
as you left our bed.
Lie still and listen.
Delicate footsteps carry my love.
Water runs. A drawer is opened.
The twinkle of a spoon as she stirs tea in her chipped blue cup.
I feel her calm music.
snowflakes waltz on invisible currents,
drifting down like
gentle kisses from a loving sky.
Lie down with me,
my inamorata earth.
Let these kisses cover you
with a blanket of our perfect morning love.