Picture Perfect In A Broken Frame // Meriem Ahmed.

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?