Vibrant Blood And Quiet Bones Poem by Annie Jane

The fast ache of absence sets in,
Gets into each space in my thoughts.
Half a dream, and it’s yesterday,
And lilies blossom as apples fall.
You, I, curling as one,
And all is right with the world,
All is love and calm.
Each moment is a tender blue,
Hues of violet, sunrise gold.
Gently tangled like vines, blind,
I know nothing of alone or individual,
Only us, we, how we fit and breathe.
Soft warmth shines your eyes,
And mine glow as they close.
The gentle hush of comfort sets in,
Gets into vibrant blood and quiet bones.