I need you tonight.
I need it.
To be wrapped
in your arms
entagled
in the most
comforting
of knots.
My head fitting
perfectly
in that spot
between your neck
and shoulder.

Just the right kind of
tiny,
your eyes smile.
Your hands
squeezing my sides
just because
you like the way I squeak
and giggle
and fuss.

That intimacy
I thought
would always
make me panic.
But somehow
your sighs
etched into
my skin
made it okay.

Do you still find
red hair
on your sheets?

I wish
it was still
mine.