Busy with these thoughts
Soft skin goose bumps
You are in my head again
My admittance
Still stirs
Where you are concerned
Bothers me
Because I can't seem to get a handle on it
I hear your voice and feel
You inside me
But I can't see your face
Like I've forgotten
How to visualize the moments
That are blind truth
Only scars for you to heal
With your charm
Your tears, your hands
I'm reflecting this desire
I want to love you
Feel you slowly
The weight of your body
These thighs begging your presence
Wanting it all
Any cost
To sanity or will
Melting with you
Beneath my opinions
And lust for a body
I am only imagining
Under me
This bed is empty
At times full of dreams
Conjured between bouts of
Idiosyncratic wanderings
And delirious echoes
That I can only find in my own time
I want to tell you
But I am pushed back by
Invisibility
And fracture
When I see you again
You will know
My temptation and weak devotion
I wish I knew you tonight though
So you could
Take me away to a place
On some island
That exists
Between these sheets
Silently turn me over to the moon
So we can
Try and make sense of it all
Quiet, still grip
Storm outside the window
Late night shower
Tumble to the floor
To mop up the laughter
Falling asleep beside you
Listening to your silence

Wish you were here