Stretched across a desert
Of white pillowed night,
I cloak myself in blankets
Of shrill quiet.
Each inch of bed pleads for your return,
In the hint of the moon's bright light.
I savor only the memory of your touch
As my eyes search the darkness for
Your smile.
(For Manuel Alves who expired Jan...1975)
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
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