Screen_shot_2017-10-16_at_13.24.40by Rebecca Avery06 Nov 2017

my head
precariously attached to my shoulders
tends to lean on (you)
when I'm tired

my hands
try to create and involve
but search for (yours) in the dark
brushing knees
squeezing warmly if
only for a minute

my heart
beats softly
becomes louder in the silence
the rush of blood a (symphony)(cacophony)(chaos)
in my ears

my back
bent gently out of shape
covers all I do with a shadow
feels the ghost touch of (you)

my feet
take me
with hesitant steps
knocking about in my boots
and I search for (you)