Morning washes over me in a heavy net

Warm, weightless, yet unable to move

Remembering brings the flood from my eyes

from a nightmare that I cannot recall

of trying to express inaudible words.

You said something to me in a dream last week

but I didn’t understand it, and can’t remember what it was

Full to bursting

I feel the little feet of my words running around under my skin

Like butterflies unable to emerge

Doomed to never outstretch in the sun

You have shut me out

Punishment with no retribution

A body sinks with the weight of unspoken words

they would drown me thankfully now

A soul on fire, starved of touch

Having everything but wanting nothing

your presence is what lacks

The warmth is out of reach

It is the worst punishment

morning