I heard someone describe souls as trembling
and I think this is exactly right--
In tranquility the trembles slow to shivers,
as slivers of moonlight kiss my skin.
I imagine your lips in the place of his
and my soul weeps for its mate

I let fingertips ghost the flesh
and hold back the tears welling in my eyes.
I shut them to welcome the dark.

Tiny convulsions, stomachs rippling inwards
Eyelashes flutter against my cheek--
Every touch is foreign, cold

We wish away sleep, we become one another
Soft breaths, stuttering into the sheets
Both broken and dancing along the lines between
Pleasure and grief that deserted lovers only know

Yes, my soul trembles

As does his

As does yours.