lonely

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.