At the middle of the night
dark, cold and silent
I wake up often
out from my restless slumber.
I feel my limbs heavy,
hair dishevelled and
heart so lonely.
As I toss on my bed,
I often think --
where are the lips
to kiss me back to sleep;
where are the fingers
to run through my hair;
where are the hands
to pat my back, bare?
where is the chest
I can dig my face in ?
and
feel my warm breath touching
his bare skin.
where are the arms
to hold me, oh so tight
where is my man
who will cuddle me right ?
On each night I wonder
what makes lovers stop
crossing those imaginary barriers ?
what makes marriage weigh
like heavy logs and bundles
why marriage makes people
become perfect strangers?
Meanwhile,
I just curl up like a baby unborn
and just wish
I was in my mother's womb
for that's the only place
when we are loved
and are not judged.
safe,
protected and
warm.
