Tender Bruises (inspired by elements' 'night poem')

Tender Bruises (12th November 2008, 7.10am)

It was here, yes,
here in the dark
that you moved in me;
I could not see you, then,
but I felt you.

My legs graze sheets, seeking
remembered movements,
sweet-found release, your
horny hoofprints
tracking up my spine,
lining my thighs
with tender bruises.

My imagination burns;
I call your name, for
I have a use for you,
if you’re not busy;
stealing your echoes,
I move them with me.

Pause.
Recreation is not so easy.
Tiny God, did you find it hard,
as hard as I found you,
moving in me?

Under the dark, silent
sheets, my body rises,
heart speeds its beats;
I seek solace in the
reminiscence,

but I feel empty,
so empty
without your presence.