Tales of the Sleep Deprived

Friends in the Dark

I made friends with myself in the dark
Under the sheets, exploring every inch
Getting to know the depth and the darkness
Understanding the feeling of warmth and cold

I caressed every bump and uneven surface
Trying to memorize the patterns engraved into the walls
As I familiarize myself with the feeling of pleasure
I get to know the map of my body even more

I learn what is painful and what is delightful
At the touch of my fingers ends, I understand
Why people enjoy being friends with themselves
Even when it feels like the loneliest form of intimacy

Under these sheets, only to the light of the moon through my window
Did I begin to make friends of my own
As I call out names and moans into the quiet empty
I finally made friends with myself in the dark