it is getting to me, the social distancing, the lack of intimacy, the isolation, being locked down, in my cell, in solitary confinement.

i hunger for your touch, it tells me so much, the way you slowly, softly, run your nails down my arm to my finger tips.

i thirst for your kiss, the softness of your lips, touching ever so slightly, against mine, tasting your sweetness, feeling your tongue, penetrating, exploring, expressing your love and lust.

i crave your whispers in my ear, your nubile voice, the heat of your breath upon my neck, listening, empathizing to secrets and fears, wishing i could do more, to soothe your anxieties.

i wake at night, spooning the pillow, as i would, if you were here, an arm underneath cradling your head, the other over, cupping your breast, feeling your body firmly pressed against mine, no longer two but one, smelling your hair, your scent, giving me comfort, relieving my fears.  

i hurt, at being apart, my soul ripped, my mood sullen, like a cold spring day. i whither, without you, gone is the warmth of your smile, the glow in your eyes. how long can i last without your touch , without your tenderness, before i curl up and die.