This morning

This morning without you curling around my body in full question
I could not answer yes, and yes, and I love you.
This morning without your eyes reading warm curving scripture
this bed lay cold,     blind with query.
Without your hand tracing that delicate map of our history
this morning held no compass.
Without your lips shaping sentiments of entry
my own mouth struck dumb.
This morning
without you.

Sandie Walker (Western Australia)

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