The Hand Whisper

 

 

dawn

is worse

 

the years

pass one by two

 

on my side

I wait for its return

 

a hand whisper

as her breath haunts my nape's chilled hairs

 

my heart remembers

that curved arm kiss warming up sleeping skin

 

the way she made air move

how it crossed over like a glider finding home

 

I wonder how much longer

before I will feel a her here behind me once again

 

to be a man a woman wants

to turn to and hold for morning comfort from night's smiling exhale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©2024 Aaron Williams

Published in Months To Years, Fall 2024 issue