Buried Memories

Buried within the deep pile of pillows,
memory surfaces, and surrounds her;
it comforts as easily as it irks.

She feels their heat – lovers long gone and
sleeping beside her. The loved and lusted
bodies, all different in their desire.

Touch me – touch me not; kiss me – don’t bother.
She recalls the passionate differences
with a smile on the edge of her dreams.

He enjoyed the taste and flavor of love;
his favorite was falling asleep – untouched;
she satisfied him simply by being.

Freshly laundered sheets slip-glide, silky-smooth;
their caress is her whisper of goodnight.