part one
i sleep in a position that seeks another body, that wishes for
another soul nearby, that craves the touch of
another's skin. when i close my eyes to sleep
instead of the displays of color that flow on the insides of my eyelids,
i envision what it would be like to have you next to me.
your arm wrapped around my waist, my back to your chest. or
your arm wrapped around me, my head and hand
laying on your chest. i feel your lips softly
leave your love on the top of my head, as your hand
smooths down my hair. your fingers play with the hem of my shirt –
not in a sexual way, but in
the way that you need and crave for our skin to touch,
the way that i need and crave for our skin to touch.
