Copyright Kerry O'Connor
I am the voice in your dreams
the apparition who turns her back
upon the moonless night
and climbs into your solitude,
wraps her weightless legs
around your hips
and combs her fingers
through your troubled mind.
I am your yearning.
Made of flesh and memory,
so close, my scent is upon you.
No wonder, then, why you tremble
when you wake to find me gone.
This poem is written with words from my Skylover Wordlist for January and in reply to my own prompt in the final Play It Again! prompt in the Imaginary Garden: Poetic Voice.
If anyone would like to join me in writing poetry from this list of words, and would like me to read and comment on their post, please paste the link to the post in the comments below or you can tag me on Instagram.
A new Skylover Wordlist will be shared on the 1st of February.