Duskha

Duskha, are you still awake?
Come closer, dear. It's cold
And our blankets are thin.

Let me hold you; come closer...
Let us soak in the warmth of our bodies.
Yes, it's cold but we'll make it through.

Duskha, are you listening? Are you still mad?
I can't make out your face in the dark.
Don't you want me to hold you closer still,
So close that only I may hear your soft breathing?

And as I lie in my cold grave,
I can only think how fortunate I am
To steal this moment.
In the brief instant,
When our bodies are entwined,
We find peace, solace and acceptance,
However fleeting that may be...

In the midst of the cacophony that
Permeates this indifferent universe,
We catch a glimpse of the meaning...
But the meaning of what exactly?
Just think how lucky we are, Duskha!
Most people go about their empty lives,
Unaware that what we have even exists!

But this is a all lie, isn't it?
You aren't even here, Duskha!
You are far away, somewhere much warmer...
Perhaps, trapped in someone else's embrace.
The cold conspires with dead memories,
And give rise to this phantom sensation.
The warmth of your body disappears
As my mind stirs into momentary wakefulness.
It's almost 3:00 AM; I turn over
And try to go back to sleep,
The four uncaring walls being
My only witness...

~ Noir, November, 2015.