it’s nights like these that make it
seem as if I am in a loveless world
and right now is a moment
is a night I somehow believe it
only the inkling in my heart
shaped like a raindrop
is his love, warm and smells like
his earthy musk I’ve spoken of before
it’s all I have to comfort me
in a moment like this, my stern
and gentle earthy musk,
my brown and encompassing musk,
the small of the hips and that space
remaining between his thighs
reserved just for me