Waking with closed eyes <br />I lie with your warm thigh <br />pressing on my leg. <br /> <br />I feel your hand rests <br />caressing, on my sleeping head, <br />fingers on my cheek, <br /> <br />My eyelids open <br />on empty darkness. And yet <br />my skin recalls you.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-skin/
