IN MY BED

Thoughts ebb and flow in the darkest of nights,

Returning to visions of you in my head.

The past blinds the present with kisses you gave

No one to serve them; no one in my bed.

Dreams wander to sandy beaches.

Off to places we will tread.

Together we walk; together we stand.

Yet no one to hold a hand in my bed.

(chorus)

The skin I touch is my own.

I touch myself; I am alone.

I am hungry, aching to be fed.

But my lover is not in my bed.

Whispers of sweet words sung like melodies.

Promises we’ve made; things we’ve said.

Ears too far away to reach.

No one to listen; no one in my bed.

(chorus)

The skin I touch is my own.

I touch myself; I am alone.

Still hungry, hoping soon to be fed.

But my lover is not in my bed.

Cupid strikes his bow returning love with haste

I asked for him back; I just couldn’t wait.

I opened my eyes to the present instead.

Someone to love; someone dear in my bed.

(chorus)

The skin I touch is not my own.

We touch each other; I’m not alone.

No longer hungry, finally fed

My lover is right here in my bed.

Poetry by Johanna Vanderspool

Song by Johanna Vanderspool/ Arrangement by Adam Irizarry

September 18, 2010