The Epic of Everyday Loss (A Collection of Thoughts)

to wake
and then to fall again into your own warmth
Five icy toes sliding up a half-hewn forest.
these long monkey arms were made for wrapping around this island I suppose.
solitary affections to keep company until the nighttime movies are ready to go.
masterpiece of the mind,
cued up and ready,
synched with breath
flickering behind the drawn curtains
which now mask the windows to the soul.