You sleep curled in a hungry embrace
filling the space your father left
her lips pressed to your forehead
eclipse the absence of his kiss
she strokes your hair and forgets
the hand that would sting if it touched hers now
your warm weight on her belly
almost replaces
her need to be encircled
You must have drunk in
her panic too
exposed like a mother cat
on a coverless plain
but you don’t see her
as she sees herself
scarred and tired
and less than lovable
You sleep in bliss
while she weighs her options
will stumbling and kindling
fires of regret and relief
Sleep. You are the sea she gained
when her spring ran dry
and while her cheeks sparkle with thanks
she prays she hasn’t given you
a taste for disaster
Haven’t logged on to your blog in ages Medina, stumbled across this beautiful poem…positively beautiful in its regret xx
Thank you Thasha xxx