My bed isn't large
But there's a space
In it
For you
I want your arms around me
Holding me tight to you
I want your eyelashes to
Brush my neck
I want your lips
Resting against my spine
There is an empty space
Unfilled despite the pillows
I want you
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
