Do you ever lie alone at night
in an empty house with nothing but the sound of your breathing
in and out
in and out
in and out
to keep you company in the still dark night?

Do you ever notices how your breathing
so alone and loud in that silent room
seems like the loneliest sound in the world?

And do you notice
once you relaize how lonely your breath is
that you are lonely too?

That you yearn to feel the touch of another
fingers ghosting down your shoulder
caressing the knots of your spine
the beat of another heart
the rustle of clothes as they shift beside you?

I am used to being alone

I need no one
but it does not mean that from time to time
my breath
my body
my very being
doesn't get lonely from time to time
for the touch of another.

For a simple twining of fingers.

For a twining of bodies
a twining of minds
a twining of hearts
a twining of souls.

(Do you want me
like I want you?
Do you want me
at all?
Is your breath
lonely too?
Be careful how you answer me
for I am clumsy and quick to fall.)