With you not feeding this empty need.
On a bed alone,
I am at home dissatisfied.
In moans I own to remember…
They would not linger as they now do.
Not with you!
Somehow I know that is true.
Because I can not sleep,
It proves…
You do not have to be near,
To keep me mentally imprisoned.
Although you are here,
Incomplete to freeze upon me wishes.
And not physically enough to touch.
To ease this yearning as such,
As I want it much to allow my sleep…
To come,
Within reach.
And invited together peacefully.