Dreams of Together

Toss & Turn

Toss & Turn (Photo credit: Joe_Focus)

Vagrant thoughts pass through
their dreamless minds,
indigent vagaries of consciousness
upon these, the sleepless ones,
during the nights so dark and quiet
they can hear their homeless hearts
flip on the mattress tops, or
the screeching swoosh of skin tossed
‘neath sheets, and sense the sighs
of one inhalation,
and one exhalation,
like the wind through a lost cave.
It is a call of life spent too alone
or at least too lonely.

But once they repose to recall
those times that their hearts would race
at the touch of the other,
the tender bow-draw music
of skin stroking skin, and
the echoing silver-chained harmonies
of two breathing a lullaby as comforting
as any the angels might sing,
they fall into their dreams of together.
Cold and empty are the arms
that come too soon, too cruelly, and
awaken them from this time spent
wrapped in the timeless, the embrace
of their unseen but so-real lovers.

© 2013 Joseph Hesch

 

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50 thoughts on “Dreams of Together

  1. those last five lines….on the cruelty of those coming to take it away…..yeah, felt that joe…that picture is amazing too…sat here staring at it a while until i made it out…nice verse sir

  2. And yet, sir, as the fires burn low, and passion gives way to respect, rest, and deeper love, the honeymoon may be over but the relationship is deepening; as it should be & do. Great romantic poem, Joe.

  3. All beautiful, but my favourite lines are these:

    “But once they repose to recall
    those times that their hearts would race
    at the touch of the other,
    the tender bow-draw music
    of skin stroking skin”

    I love the way this image captures both the sound and the movement of one person gently stroking the skin of another.

  4. This is sad Joe. I thought of lonely homeless hearts, but your words made me think of the actually homeless too, awakened brusquely by those who don’t want to see them. Maybe I’m too literal. Still, I love the tenderness of this.

  5. When I first read “homeless hearts” I thought your poem was going to echo mine…and it does in a way. As I think when they are asleep out there alone perhaps they do awaken coldly and cruely to what awaits them from where they were held…in a sense…by the embrace of their timeless, yet “unseen but so-real lover”. This is so beautifully written, Joe.

  6. the tender bow-draw music
    of skin stroking skin, and
    the echoing silver-chained harmonies
    of two breathing a lullaby as comforting
    as any the angels might sing,
    they fall into their dreams of together. -> really describes a string section!!

  7. stunning. while the second stanza, for a moment, breathes life into the loneliness the final notes bring it back. Still it is easy to get lost in the feeling invoked within those beautiful harmonies.

  8. You’ve captured that feeling of being too alone, of loneliness. At my age people begin to lose their spouses and I’ve recently walked through this with others. Though I worked with death and dying for so long, it’s a new perspective as that reality creeps ever closer. Of course, there are other loses as well. But….

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