On Waking Again Alone

Love, the day dawns bleak
and still you are not come.
My wars have ended
and I have time and heart
to offer your living presence.
Peace brings no respite
without the mammal warmth
of your human flesh,
the soothing caress
of your singular spirit.
Love, do not dawdle.
The morning has broken
and my arms are empty.
Arrive. Fill them. Fill me.
- mce