Whine Cellar

Written one morning when feeling especially sad about the distance between my love and me.

Words,
shattered
bottles that
lie gathering
dust in the cellar.
Your touch is what I need,
in the darkness here among
spilled dreams and sharp-edged pieces of
the fragile vessels that once held them.
Warm blood drips in the darkness as I clear
away shards so you will only feel
the floor's cool smoothness as you come
to me there and put your arms
around me. I forgot
that light comes with you
and you need no
help from one
who can't
see...