Nicole Johnson

I sit awake with the warmth of the sun upon my restless face.
Eyes not yet open, but coherent.
Thoughts from the night before surface
Staining my heart for it already weeps.
The sweet sorrow from the loss of him.
A resting place that once filled my very being with a sweet, sweet bliss has now come to this.
Eyes flung open like the curtains that shut out the moon of which graced me with the presence of a supposed deity.
Where is he?
Why must we continue this game of hide and seek?
Have I not suffered from the lack of your masculine embrace and the touch from your enviable lips?
I’ve remained in this bed through a moonless sky
Gently greeted with the presence from the world’s night light for which the coyotes praise.
I shall remain where I lay, in this sheet of angels until you return to relieve me.