cold breeze
finger tips across
these goosebumps
"you are" he sighs
lips part to my skin
miss the space between
your eyelids where I lose myself
forget about my life
your teeth dug in my shoulder
as I lay there simply yawning
you are right
I am cold and disinvolved
I write my loneliness in poems
you think I'm nothing else
But I, I am