On night's like this
when the air is warm
and heavy
and its humid shades
of green caress
my skin
the empty, shallow
pit of my stomach is
longing
and aching for a
sleepless night of
sin
and the orange glow from
my lamp is
overwhelming
while the blue
tv light fades into
the dark
and I imagine your touch
glazed over my body
where in this moment
I am not falling
apart.