Craving

It's somewhere close to 4:30 and I am lying in your bed.
I had the misfortune of reaching for the stale water by my head.

Metallic and dusty—but that kinda fits the mood

I wish you were here,
Not where you are

I came to be with you and near you
Your scent on the sheets offers reminders and memories,
Not comfort or sleep

Kiss me when you say that
Say it like you mean it
You're always under my skin

My legs slide across the loose lying linens
Quietly searching

My toes press up,
Hiding in the arch of my forward foot

I have tangled myself in the confused sheets
Turning their coverage into a substitute embrace
I will let their hollowness fill with my warmth,
Our warmth

- eva, 2002