It sinks deep into your muddled
mind
late night, dream state
the pins and needles
of a sleeping limb,
tongue probing
for an absent tooth,
the chafe of the tether
pulled from your grasping
hands,
then reality stakes its claim
and upon waking you catch
your breath,
seeking her scent upon the air,
stroking the sheets,
you find them cold.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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