The Warmth of You

The night is long without you

and the space beside me is cold;

I hug your pillow close

and long for the warmth,

but nothing warms quite like you;

I toss and turn;

I miss your body

snuggling up behind me,

spooning me,

our bodies cradling one another,

a perfect fit;

Sleep will come eventually,

when my mind has become

too ravaged to think,

and my eyes too heavy

to see the lonely pillow

beside me;

But morning will come,

and your space

will still be waiting.

Oh, how I need your warmth!

Comments: 7

Mary H. Sep 20, 2006, 12:22am EDT

Wonderful imagery Cheryl! Great poem!!

Spencer T. Sep 20, 2006, 6:26am EDT

Wonderful feeling, Cheryl.

Shelly W. Sep 20, 2006, 10:02am EDT

Sadly romantic,the yearning,and longing,of a head missing on the pillow,you deep bugger,you,Shell

Tony Close Sep 20, 2006, 7:01pm EDT

Cheryl, this is very moving, bitter sweet and beautiful.

Cheryl W. Sep 20, 2006, 10:38pm EDT

Thank you, everyone...for the kind comments.