Retreat

Photo by Aubrey Odom on Unsplash

A Poem by Aisling Cruz

I sink into your heat half-asleep, 

half-dream, and twitching 

sometimes, always pressing 

deeper into your voice. The tone 

upholds a world when brushed 

behind my ear, a mirror of hands 

smoothing out hair. It carries 

in the wind, past the mantle 

and our pillows, above the 

silken edges blurring midnight 

into snow moon. It splits across 

the fire, birthing fragrant 

rhapsodies. The night is 

glowing softly, an ambling 

scrape with heaven’s peace.  

Aisling Cruz is a Midwest-based poet and artist. Her work has appeared in Foreshadow, Gotham

Literature, Agape Review, and Oyster River Pages.