You are the heat between my thighs
You’re the salt thrown in my eyes
I did not realize you’d be the one I miss
I set you aside and turned on my side to:
Drift to shift, to hit or miss, to sleep and dream
And start the rift.
Fluttering of eyelids; Nightwings to Dreams
I did not realize
You’d be the one I miss.
No need for this:
Electric kiss, cyber drip; cyber rain
And digital pain
Shackles galore promises more flesh to rent
A white empty cold plastic comfort
But no flesh will render me asunder
Will we ever go under, you and I?
I wonder
I didn’t realize oh Dear
I did not realize you’d
Be the one I miss or long to kiss
To wish for this:
No more hit or miss
Please
Reach through your cold plastic box
Knock on screen
Knock knock
Let me in