My eyes adjusting
So that I can see the outlines
Here it is dim
It's growing darker
My eyes can see the outlines
The sheet and the pillow
The waning light across the wall
Did you come home?
Is it you here?
I can't be sure
I: Him:
Your hand is resting
The night draws her outlines
On my cheek, against my skin
I can see her
I breathe in your palm - the scent of the rain
Are your eyes adjusting?
Cold marble against my skin
Can you see in the dark?
The sheet and the pillow
The waning light across the wall
Did you come home?
Is it you here?
I can't be sure
I thought this is what you're made of
I was sure I could not take it away
The ache from your skin
My fingers brushing away
The ache from her skin