I cannot seem to alter my thoughts,
nor put my mind’s satatic waves to bay.
Tonight, they race with images of you.
A sweet cry of lust,
a plead, desperate to become familiar
with your skin brushed up against my own.
A foreign delight, I yearn to become native to.
Across a spectrum of colors,
we are fading into darkness.
With every hope of a rainbow –
the sun fades to make way for more rain.
My body refuses sleep
in the absence of yours holding it down.
My mind running circles,
wondering how a soul can miss
another that has yet to share its bed?