legs, feet, torso,
arms– all beneath
one sheet and one blanket
used as shield in heat
against panther’s sharp gift of love–
purrs not enough. scene incomplete sleep
impossible with your absence
burning cold spot beside me.
three beating hearts sound sad
to walls who know there should be
four and the absence of the one
will darken any dreams that do
crawl through groups of minutes.
too many hours ahead. restless. headache.
no hand to hold my breast or
keep me safe from darkdark closet.