Building houses for others,
I left my expectations somewhere else...
For home I have none,
Beds plenty but I need only one...
The darkness is something real,
It creeps up under the blankets when you're almost asleep.
But the way we look at it is something only we know...
The darkness is welcome and anticipated...
I smile to greet her as she enters in my bed.
The touch comes from inside and my heart pounds...
The warmth takes over the hair on the back of my neck,
Mixed with the breath and shivers that follow it...
I've missed the way we feel together...
I'll miss it forever...