Weightless

I miss your touch
in those pensive moments
before drifting off
when the body floats
on a cushion of whimsy.

Such levity baffles me
in the chalky folds
where potential whispers
psalms to the nobler instincts
still nurturing splendor.

My conscience soars effortlessly
in amniotic memory
with innocent throbs gushing
to propel harmonic hope
of comfort in your arms.

deeptangshu
Beautiful!

NadineM
This is a very tenderly spoken poem/thought. Your descriptive words give food for thought! I loved how both the beginning and the end are in the embrace of the one who moves your soul and touches you deeply....Nadine