it's 3 a.m. and i'm wide awake.
i've got a war in my head.
yes, our love is present,
but he is not present in our bed.
my heart has been crying for hours.
i hear it screaming for his sweet love.
i cradle it gently in my arms as i weep:
"he has given us more than enough."
but truth be told, enough is never enough,
just the scent of his skin intoxicates me.
i am cold as ice deep under thick covers,
for only his warmth alone can satisfy me.
it's 4 a.m. and i'm sleepy.
the war in my head has now died.
yes, our love is present,
and soon he too will be present by my side.