Curl

This night lingers 
Like fog over London
The hush of whispered breaths
Spreading softly across the bed
In heated brush strokes 
As time slips between the shades
Pressing deep into the space 
Where today becomes a line blurred
Between yesterday and tomorrow 

Come to me, this night, 
And paint the likeness of desire
In shades poured onto the palette
From hearts melting to the touch
Of searching fingers,
Mixed with undertones
Of need that lick the ache
From the tremble of my lips
To proclaim itself quenched,

Just as the taste of heaven
Satiates a lover’s thirst
So too, when this night is done,
And sleep evades my grasp
While you lie breathless at my back,
Will your reach find me 
Curled within your heartbeat
Bathed in the warmth cast
By dreams fulfilled.



january 2008
Janet Reid







Awarded by Poetic Constellations