Apr 2013
I roll over in bed, lonely and cold,
Stretching for the solace of touch,
Empty space fills my fingers,
No scent, nor taste, to steal or share,
No whisper, breath, or beating heart,
Only silence and naked wanting.
Stretching for the solace of touch,
Empty space fills my fingers,
No scent, nor taste, to steal or share,
No whisper, breath, or beating heart,
Only silence and naked wanting.
In winter you need more than just the warmth of a fire
