Awakenings

Awakenings

she lay next to him
the one that she loved
sun shining through the blinds
hangover headache thumping wildly
sweatty sheets and tossed pillows
twisted limbs from a night of passion
feeling complete, yet spent
cigarette butts strewn in the ashtray
garbage pail filled with unspeakables
she opens her eyes to see her lover
now not so large
but still quite substantial
how he filled her, how he moved her...
how he made her cry with delight...
she rolled on her side and stroked his cheek
last night was so hot, so wet, so sticky
and now he was pale...and not so hot
she wrapped her arm around his chest
wanting to feel the heat reborn
she kissed his cheek lightly
and then asked herself quietly...

"How long has he been dead?"