I am without.

Inspired by a recent poet on here.

by the moon he whispers

soft midnight sighs

and by daylight

he holds me tight

 

Oh god, he excites me

 

in his presence

and by the thought

of his green-pool eyes

and the love he's sought

 

and he reminds me

 

of days much younger

and kisses wrapped

in soda-pop tingles

and fingers snapped

where love was possible

in simple ways

and nothing could amount

to our nights and days.

 

His absence, hell.

 

I writhe at night

and my head is naught

where is should be,

and tears are fraught

and when it comes

to sleep,

I do not.

 

I am empty without

I am empty without.

I am empty without.