Calm Convalescence

it's easy when you are touching skin

when you can see the stars

and the film is thin

rushing in

and bleeding out

you dream, and you drift

with senses dull, and memories diluted

you count to ten

over and over again 

you take your time

moving through layers

and when you stop

and where you stop

it's warm

and you are welcomed

with soft lips

with smooth hands

until you say when

until the kiss

of the autumn wind