Lying here - in my feelings.
Wishing that I had someone to tend to
my needs for the night.
Not a parent to tuck me in on this night.
Not someone to wish me a well slumber.
My needs of the night are in the midst of simplicity and intricacy.
I would love the heart of another
to fall into my untouched melanin.
I would love for the softness of someone's words
to be the tranquilizer for my troubled, active mind.
I would love for his arms to be my blanket of warmth,
so that he may permanently satisfy
my yearn for a connection.
Then, he'd release a soft whisper;
or a kiss, perhaps,
to keep me from tossing and turning.
Even if the love had to leave,
I wouldn't mind if that moment would
only last for a short time.
Just a few minutes;
until my heart forgot about her fear,
and my eyes were ready to rest.
Needs for the night?
I know this will only remain a yet-to-be fantasy.
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