Wind
stepping out from warm arms
into the cold
bitter breezes are playing
on me from every direction.
it's a chaotic dance which fails
to seep through my coat and scarf.
it's as if the world is trying to make me forget
the feeling of you
wrapped in me
and the look you gave,
wrapped in pale, pastel-painted pyjamas,
as i played a thousand soft sonatas
on your cheek
And the sound you made,
from a loose and slackened mouth
as you passed across into sleep