dumps like a truck

[kreeton]

here's a poem I wrote just a little while ago. I haven't decided on a title yet but am considering something along the lines of "_____ berceuse". (I think I spelled that right. erm.)

anyway, on with the poetry now, ok?

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A lonely night again I spend
wishing for your embrace.
The looming sky and chill of the air,
I never wear a heavy enough coat.
Where are you whenever I long for the warmth of your arms?
For the most part, I know already--
you sit cozily at home, probably,
thinking your own thoughts as you do your own things.
What does your mind conjure? Are you thinking of me, too?
I lie in bed impatiently awaiting my tortured sleep,
but in reality I wait for so much more.
My bed is too big for my desperate body.
Childishly, ridiculously,
I hug my pillow and kiss the air,
pretending it is you next to me;
if this is so, then I will never be grown
until the day we never say goodbye.
When sleep finally overcasts my fantasy I see you again--
you are waiting for me.
Maybe, in your own bed, you think of me too,
and that is how we meet again in our dreams.
Away from the delivery room and deathbed of the airport,
everything is boundless,
surreal,
with the strongest hope that such ecstasy is premonition.
Your brown-green eyes puncture my soul
and it leaks into your gaze,
and I need never to look away, or even to blink.
My blankets tangle around me as your arms hold me tighter,
I lean my head against the soft pillow of your chest.
This time, please don't let it end...
but I know that in time I will need to rise again.
Awaken, and begin another day of being without you.
Time and time again, I do it as long as I need to,
however long is necessary,
I will wait for you, walking in my sleep.