In this bed I sit
Looking at the vast amount of sheets where
You should be.

In this bed I fit
Feeling small and lonely in a space fit for
Three of me.

My mattress has several dips,
Perfect for your hips,
As you hold me and I hold you.
Together, us, through and through.

I do not need you to
Grind against me
Or whisper ***** words.

Instead I want you to hold me
Feel me with your hands
And of those depressing thoughts
Purge.

Kiss me tenderly,
Kiss me softly,
Kiss me like no one else has before.

Look in my eyes and
Tell me there’s no fear
For tomorrow, next week
Or for the coming year.

My mind is blank
and all the thoughts rush in:
Hold me tightly
Never let go
Don’t let it pass,
Don’t let it go.

Instead of you here
or me there,
you are there
and I am here.

From there you cannot
Hold my face
Kiss my eyelids or
Tangle our legs together
as we sleep.

From here I cannot
Play with your hair
Feel your dimple as you smile
(that beautiful, wonderful smile)
or touch my lips to your tattoo
as I whisper its meaning
And kiss your soul.

But I from here
And you from there

Can think of
The things we want most
And tell each other
Of our thoughts

Though we are desperate
To touch, to feel,
To love
And want no more than
a simple
goodnight kiss.

You sit in your bed
And see me far away
Wishing I was there.

You sit in your bed
And wish it all were real,
And at that empty space you stare.

And at this moment
We both think,
“You belong in my bed.”