The shape of her body Sits still in my sheets Long after she is gone I bury my face into my pillow Where the perfume still lingers I dream of her next to me Playing connect the dots With my freckles Twirling my hair around Her fingers Chest pulsating against mine The silence is calming And then she is gone
Insomnia We meet again With your clammy hands Wrapped neatly around My skin Conversations with the ceiling Sharing secrets with the shadows The night takes me in But won’t let me out