Inside The Hearts' Walls

I
algid daggers of night
slice me from dreams
into dark reality

numb fingers fumble,
feeling for time
among shed comforts

brumal floor touches toes,
feet flee, phantasmal
memories muffling breathe

II
woken by the absence
of the human flame
that flickered away

joints crackle, breaking
dawn's fickle grasp
upon robins' racket

flocculent fleece flows
from my chilled bones
to your slumbering chest

III
eyes flutter to fantasy
of warmth and safety,
leaving sleep behind

hands still entwined
among soft sheets
pulsing with sanctuary

silent exhales' lullaby
leaves a silken trance;
hearts rest in time

-Eliot Kurfman