i cant sleep without you
this night, like many others, i feel your fingers through my hair
i hear your voice like honey
your love like a drug
my blood rushes through my veins
my heart throbs
my lungs rattle
in, out, in, out, all i think about is you
your hands on my head
my head on your knee
your knee beneath my head
my head beneath your hand
your hand on my head
its a cycle
this warmth
its in my head
and i want
more
more
more
its your fingers shifting like waves
moving with the tide
back and forth
your voice cooling my fevered mind
sick with you
sick of you
your love
unobtainable
not for me
silly boy
with your warm hands
silly boy
with your eyes like syrup
sticky and sweet
warm and dripping
silly boy
how you dont see
how my heart beats for you
silly boy
this is all i have of you
warm hands
a voice like honey
eyes like syrup
love like a drug
i want
more
more
more
but it is not for me
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
