for her.

I used to love mornings
The misty air, sun filtering through the fog,
the world reviving itself, part by part
It meant the beginning of a whole new day
A new page in my life for a possibly new chapter

But I dislike them now
I would like to register a complaint about the unexpected

a three nights and two day stay with your soul
like a hotel in my home has left me begging for more
more of you
more of your eyes in the morning under the flying drapes
more of your smile in my arms on the sofa bed
more of your legs intertwined with mine under the table set
more of your hands pulling my hair and pushing me into you

more of you
and nothing more

I miss the sleepless continuity of our days where the nights melded into days and we would just watch the white walls change colours from black to dark to grey and sunlight would make itself known again at a time it was conventional for human beings to awake
but for our stay we were just souls
not beings
just souls being

my arms will ache for you as if a ghost limb begging to be rejoined
 to be restored it to its former glory