When you have been to the mountain

You have to be careful with what

You leave behind as much as

With what you take with you

When you return to the world again.

Heat rises invisibly

Like a blow of frustration

Etching distorting patterns

On the ceiling

Slowly leeching the energy

Archingly tardy in its progress

Lethargic in its deprivation.

In this I know

The distractions will drip from me

Leaving islands of ridged harmony

Breaking through to a final awareness.

There is a small satisfaction

In the retreating limpid pools

That weigh upon our thinking.

Your back speaks eloquently

Of this shared moment of anticipation

I am tempted to reach out and brush

Your hip and cup your thighs

Gently in the compass of my arms

But the heavy dampness prevents me.

We are completely sapped

Unable to move

Too absorbed in our inability

To reach, caress or share a smile.

Yet within this emptiness

A common restfulness

A comfort which remains

As we drift in and out of

Torpid drowsy inactivity.

I know that with the coming rain

Outlines will be etched in the soil

Mist from the mountains

Covering the heavens

Will become spotted pooled

New patterns forged

Bridging what was with

What is yet to be.

Sometimes I think we are hybrid beings

Trapped between two worlds

Grey curtains

Which exist between us.

You murmur something

In your dreams and turn to me

Your face framed within

Tantalising dark uncertainty

Smiles that lift and titillate

Are replaced with a clenching frown

Not all is happy in your world of shadows.

For a moment I am tempted to reach out

Caress and reassure you

But constrain myself

Unsure of what my motives truly are.

The curtains begin a gentle dance

Breaching breezes cooling glance

Release us from the tedium of stillness

You dive back into your inner realms

Your face empty and at peace

Your mouth slightly open

Hair loosely cropped

A cap of dampness

Disturbed at last by the faintest snore.