Papamilkers

As Soon as 
my head is off the pillow 
I rush to your embrace 
Your bold face 
Your short face 
It leads me to a place 

Rather 

a sensation I can not replace 
nor retrace the origin of which this feeling touches base
Although I’ve tried to give you space 
And we’ve blocked each other

 correction 

you’ve blocked me out 
You ran about with my belongings devout 
You’ve left me in a drought 
No place to go
No faces to see 
No one to hold 
Now that’s
 a sensation
 I can live without