My heart rolls through the day
and never leaves a mark.
It is too dry and injured
to be more than a placeholder
of what could be.
How do I regain my bearing?
How do I recall the sweetness
of life that eats the honeycomb
and drinks your body in
like rain and sunshine.
Touch my face.
Let those lips brush so lightly
that I almost miss the sensation.
Draw me close again.
Sing to me.
Breathe for me.
Close my eyes….
It is always dark in the beginning.