Under Her Pillow

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago, but when I took this photograph recently, I realized that I had the perfect companion to match the tone of Under Her Pillow!

Silently,

she glides out of bed,

a soft rustle of bed clothes in her wake.

I reach for the space, empty now,

but still warm under her pillow.

I feel her warmth,

as I stretch my limbs.

I smell her fragrance.

The sheets radiate her essence.

I embrace the empty space

and try to make it my own.

I absorb her heat, fading now,

but for the space under her pillow.

Slowly,

a smile comes to my face

and I return to my dream

for a few minutes more.