c l o s e s t t o r e a l i t y

unable to fall asleep 
my body turned towards yours 
sleep is distracted 
by the strokes of light 
painted across your face 
by the candle 
on your bedside table 
my eyes remain fixed 
on your skin 
so close to mine 
so familiar to my hands and lips 
raising my hand 
displacing my elbow 
from its usual position 
of resting against yours 
i find your texture 
in my folds and lines 
descending from a dream 
closest to reality 
i wake to my nightmare 
of an empty space 
beside me