Someone In My Bed Poem by Paul Foulkes

A small head cascading softly beautiful hair Laying next to me in the bed.
a face hidden from me but i know her eyes are closed with sleep.
closed eyes, hiding warm eyes from the dark of sundown.
Shoulders gently clasped by strings, wrapping down a beautiful slender back
holding aloft a thin wavering Nightingale gown,
covering a slowly rising peaceful falling bosom.
shoulders with a strong tense arch to their bearing
shes dreaming and of nothing soft.
her arms lay gently at her sides,
one above her graceful slender curved gentle ribcage
her left held with her weight upon it.
shielding it away under the pillow where her head rests, is that weight going to numb her arm? hurt her if she moves from the restricted blood flow? wake her?
I hope with all my might not.
I love watching her sleep, even when she has these stressful dreams,
I huddle slowly, cuddle closer from my side of the bed.
as I gaze at her gently warm, softly cold body.
her legs only outlines under the soft thin covers, elegant ghosts in a nighttime embrace.
I carefully as not to shift the bed, not even a knot.
I gently and slowly shift my arm tracing the outline of hers trying my best not to touch her and wake her up, i sneak my arm in that tiny gap between her and the bed until i am close enough to wrap my other arm around her tiny frame
again i slowly gently softly roll my arm around her getting ready to protect her from any of those dreams coiling her body in unpleasant sleep,
as my arm is a hair from touching her bare skin.....
theres nothing.
no gentle cold softly warm skin in contact with mine,
no small leg to nudge my own against,
no soft breathing,
no soft tender arms to fold my own around,
theres nothing.
no body with softly rising, gently falling breathing,
no closed eyes hiding beauty,
no delicate head of cascading whispery hair,
no slender back or shoulders tensed from troubling dreams for me to chase away with a whisper of my loving voice.
theres nothing
theres no one.
my arms are empty.
the bed is devoid of warmth and life.
no evidence of there ever being anyone.
and I am alone.