Closing my eyes
by cricketjeff on November 30, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A memory of hair across my face
If I don’t move I almost feel your fingers
As on my lap you settle into place
The touch of skin on skin is so enticing
I’m sure this feeling isn’t just a dream
If life’s a Christmas cake this is the icing
Do that again and I shall have to scream
I can’t be sure if I feel joy or sorrow
How can I know the truth of anything
A memory or promise for tomorrow?
A reason I should cry or start to sing?
For now the answer doesn’t seem to matter
I shan’t wake up or all I feel will shatter