poem for jules

my world is empty when i wake alone
in the smallest moments of the morning hours
under the whip of ticking hands
your warm breath is my shelter

for i could live and die this way
upon the twining lightness of your touch
and the steady movements of your love

my heart was once one thousand
jagged little unused pieces
distant and rigid
like frozen mountain peaks
cutting through the skies
slowly, calmly, silently,
crushing
upturning barren land

what a cruel cold place before you came
in the dim waiting wake of southern rains
with the blanket of your body
your warm-home kissing twilight

for i could sleep and wake this way
wrapped in the simple purity of your love
upon the gentle landscape of your touch

poem for jules

CJCayea

North Syracuse, United States

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