the fingers move in dark
exploring new desires
as words pour like wine;
ideas moan in pleasure
as line after line,
I lay them bare
in this verse
and more
in my head
suddenly aware
of the empty bed
and the coldness
that will sleep with me
till you return.
beautiful
How well you present that ‘alone in the night’ feeling in your poem.
This poem is so beautiful. I hope your beloved doesn’t make you wait too much :* ๐
Beautiful ๐