Trained tickles

        Softly I pull back the covers. Placing limbs
in between cool sheets and a heavy coverlet. Yet
no sleep comes from it.

        Wide awake my eyes are trained until the last
of the words trickle down. Still so many thoughts
rumble across my mind.

       All I hope for now is that two or three fade
away. Long enough for the soul to ease into a deep
dreamy world.

      One by one the sighs become longer. The
yawns burst and the eyes soak inside the hints of
sleepiness.

      Oh how I want to say all that is there yet a
held tongue is tons better. Hmm the warmth
of a gentle ball. Held knees to chin. Not uncomfortable
just natural.

      Textured over the lines are words creating a
fallen moment. Shh. Listen to the wind, you may
just end up hearing my heart beat.

      Ah strings tickle the paleness and loosened the
copper strand open. Inching down over an exposed
shoulder. Sensitivity is there.

      Press back the files. Clear away the words.
Down tumble the lids upon striking sapphires. Hmm
just the tiny gasps shock the senses alert once more.

      Indeed a little while longer before paleness
is relaxed, putty beneath flowered bedding. Oh
so gentle but playful is fabric across a heart.
Pounding firm and softly welded. Hmm stretching
and surpassing the peaks of roses. Indeed a good
night to dream of laughter.

      What say you dear friend? A thought to cross
the ties of memories newly made?