It’s 5:53 am
I wake up abruptly,
Dreaming of you again.
A chill run throughs my bones
Triggering tiny hairs to stand up all over.
The thought of your touch
Your warmth
Your grasp
Your gaze
Sends a wave of electricity through my body.
Though I want to bottle up this memory,
These sensations,
These temptations,
And keep them close to me forever,
I must instead try to push them far away.
And bury them
Somewhere safe
For good.