Into the Sky

my hands are frozen cold, but I touched you

While you slept.
and you flinched.

Placed one over your heart, moving it in circles

Tracing the lines and dots and colors accumulated there by your doing

I felt your heart beating
slow, rythmic pumping, methodical and reassuring

I listend to your lungs taking in our shared air

Wathced as your subconsious took over your mind and the thoughts race across your face,
and your body moves to reflect them

And I wonder if you'll remember when you wake
.

Will my frozen fingerprints be imprited til morning?
Will you touch where I touched? See what I saw?

How longlasting will my impression be?

When you look to me in the frosty morning, with sleepy eyes and radiating warmth,will I still be there,

Or will my memory fade into the winter morning like your thoughts of me?

And shall I try again, will you even notice the icy touch of a could-have-been love or assume that the sanctuary of sleep- depths of listless, senslessness and creativity have roamed again too far,

And think of me only in passing, when you peek through the curtains, out the window and into the sky...