If You Were Here... Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE

So cold, these blankets seem wet
These sheets are but a layer of ice
If you were here you'd shield my back
Breathe warmth to this icy cold room

If you were here I would be warm
My bones would not be achy and sore
If any tremble it would be from your touch
And the goose bumps from the feeling

Yet am almost frozen all by myself
No amount of blankets to keep me warm
My back is bare without a shield
If you were here I would be cushioned

Am caught between two cold layers
Tossing and turning without a safety net
To the edge of the queen-sized bed and back
Yet this Queen is without a King to hold

If you were here you'd chat me to sleep
It wouldn't have mattered the chilly winds
Your voice would have mumbled on my ears
Your love would have been a hot cup of soup

We would have coiled into a twisted ball
Made steamy sweet love beneath the cold covers
With our bodies blanketing one another
Conquering every cold ushered our way

...only if you were here...