and there were days when your kisses left hot imprints on my skin, smoldering.
i would shove my head under covers and hope to keep the glow effervescent, my fingers tracing the pieces of you left in me.
a deep sleep would try to pull me through soft linen, it whispering
"chase dreams here and not while you're awake."
but a hum in ears and a missing dip in a mattress,
cloth pressing against my skin, wrapped around my ankles:
a reminder that you were still not there.
and now i still shove my head under covers, chasing a heat that envelops the places between my thighs and shuns my feet from frost-
yet,
I can never find the warmth that you'd provide.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
and there were days when your kisses left hot imprints on my skin, smoldering.
i would shove my head under covers and hope to keep the glow effervescent, my fingers tracing the pieces of you left in me.
a deep sleep would try to pull me through soft linen, it whispering
"chase dreams here and not while you're awake."
but a hum in ears and a missing dip in a mattress,
cloth pressing against my skin, wrapped around my ankles:
a reminder that you were still not there.
and now i still shove my head under covers, chasing a heat that envelops the places between my thighs and shuns my feet from frost-
yet,
I can never find the warmth that you'd provide.