Shiver

Ache intensifies
overwhelming grief.

I miss warmth.

Nearly in, part way out,
fighting urge to turn -

          yet,
          it is time.

I am selective and bristle
with close kept insistence.

Near -
     I can almost touch
          I almost know ...

I stream sorrow beyond limits,
and beg for ease.

Heart pounds
in sweat beaded dreams
where my name echoes.

I hear it

and my edges shiver,

filter between light and flesh,
and the dark shriek of dreams.