By Natalie Davis
A dream that he dares to show his face
That he mocks her with his stare
With those eyes of blundering blue
So calm, but unaware.
Her feelings continue to waver in silence
He waits in the cold,
Frigid with both mind and body,
Consumed by his urges
To touch her face and hold her steady in his arms
Knowing her feelings
Like a beacon, calling him home.
Her eyes, once clear, were clouded
With uncertainty as he held her hands,
Kissed her cheeks
Roamed from her neck down to her shoulder.
She shivered at his touch
His hands were rough from hard days in the fields.
Her soft skin was irresistible to his touch.
Another wakening to a bedroom that is empty.
But light fills the room with clarity and so begins a new day.