Awakening Poem by L.B. Temuco

He awoke
He lays on his back
and remembers the moment
before dawn when she went out like a tide
when he felt the unutterable sadness of her receding
of her loosening her limbs and floating away
Of her taking the moon
Her warm sanctuary
Gone
He lay now like blue fractured ice
On cold lonely sheets
He reaches across
like a thin blind sapling beneath the earth
There is nothing left to touch
So who loves you most you cannot touch
But there is still at least
A sad brightness and some dark strands of her hair
and the sounds of her pleasure
still hang in the air