Absence Of Solace

Rays chase shadows,

a breeze knocks

the shutters—

sleep flees

from my eyes.

I lie awake,

staring at 

the absence of solace.

Darkness replays

a symphony—

altruistic passion 

between bedsheets.

Shedding shivers 

under covers.

What’s a poem

if her name

is never spoken?

But, like mine,

her name

I refuse to say.

I saw her at church,

didn't go much—

that day, a miracle.

Dark hair pinned,

neck tattoo,

beaming at the pastor's words.

Vanilla on her pale skin.

Nadia's Instagram post

led to whatever 

will become of us.

She lays beside me, 

hogging my heart,

coffee brewing,

morning can wait.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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