A flickering light

mirrored on to a bedroom wall

in the middle of the night

a leg moves

the flicker fades

the eyes close

it re-appears

 

A hand opens

to caress the shine

it dances into crevices

teasing the fingers

 

The mind wanders deep into darkness

closing its ears to distractions

eyes ignore instructions

tissue lids, paper thin

detect a tantalizing

presence on a shoulder

 

A smouldering scent

fills the air

a cold / warm shiver

massages the spine

 

Thought showers

drip beads

into a dry mouth

adrenaline feeds

on a banquet of anticipation

 

Is this the situation

the moment

the calling

the drifting

the shifting

to the other side ?

 

No!

It's my insomniac wife

with an addiction

to facetube

letting her fingers

do the walking

in silent talking

reflected on a blank

canvas wall

 

RELIEF!