Prairie Morning

I didn’t touch myself

Between the legs

This morning

As a gesture to think

Of you and our last embrace

In a bed together

Naked

Closed doors

Open hearts

Tumbling the sheets

And ourselves in the

Austin sweat of our hungry love

I didn’t call you to say good morning

I didn’t know for sure

Where you would be

I’m listening to the sound of music

From the next room

And the whirr of the fan

Where it always gets too hot 

And above the drone and strum

I’m trying to listen to my heart

To see what it says

About you and me

As I breathe and sigh into a

Lonely Dekalb morning

Feeling the changing breeze

From summer into fall

Passing through the kitchen screen

Raising the hairs of our long haired black cat

And sending him to a warmer spot

For his daily nap

I just wrote a while ago

That I didn’t want to go

Through my life asleep

But oh what a task it is to be

Awake and feel this

Slice of coldness served

On my bread of life

This morning

Without even a  spoonful of

Your honey

To comfort me today.