I am longing.
Here in the dark,
Here upon my bed,
Among twisted sheets
I curl up with my pillow
Thinking. Wanting.
I am longing.
The memory of your touch
Of your whisper in my ear
Of your sweet fragence
Of your body next to mine
I can not escape.
I am longing
For another moment
Another dream
So that I can refuse
To wake up.
To stay, to hold you forever
I am longing
Here in the dark
Here on my bed
Upon twisted sheets
In the coolness of this night
My Muse, My Mistess Muse
I am longing.
Posted by Colleen on June 28, 2011 at 5:25 am
The longing eats one…the tossing…the turning.
Collin dear, you captured the ache beautifully.
Thank you, love.