Stretched across a desert <br />Of white pillowed night, <br />I cloak myself in blankets <br />Of shrill quiet. <br />Each inch of bed pleads for your return, <br />In the hint of the moon's bright light. <br />I savor only the memory of your touch <br />As my eyes search the darkness for <br />Your smile. <br /> <br />(For Manuel Alves who expired Jan...1975)<br /><br />Dorothy (Alves) Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-pillowed-night/
