Buried Treasure

by Eliza Jane Gomez
(Pompano Beach, FL, US)

These covers hide me
in my bed--
I dig for shelter,
bury my head,
biting into all
your “saids” unsaid.
These covers hide me
in my bed.

These covers claim me
through the night,
caress and cradle--
hold me tight,
stroke my heart--
it’s taken flight.
These covers claim me
through the night.

These covers make me
so complete,
they smooth my sane
and trap your heat--
your soft familiar
wraps my feet.
These covers make me
so complete.

These covers with me,
pour into you,
I breathe your heartbeat.
I feel it move.
Hot, woven whispers
whet me through--
these covers with me,
uncovering you.

Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
11/23/99