Threads

A silken thread lies scattered in a field of beige
Reminds me of sleeping with you.
Familiar fingers gently cling to it
Fragile hair.
Small part of that warm body
That holds my soul in my body at night
Keeps it from floating away.
Thousands of silken threads
Make a shiny fabric
That familiar fingers run through
To bring me comfort.
To give you pleasure.
Reflection smiles in an invisible mirror
Remind me of its pureness.
Leave threads behind, leave fingernails, clothing
They make me remember you.