I’M HUNGRY-

I woke up,
moaning
through my thoughts
of you-

Tracing night,
under
blankets and clouds
reaching,
for your hand
to touch,
to hold,
to simply rest
dark night
and slip away.
Away...
into deep sleep,
rich in your presence,
being present-
and
Here I Am
clutching,
my long purple pillow
the one I sleep with,
every night..

Every night,
I think of you-
I search,
for you.
In the night,
my mind can't
sleep
tension presses,
pushing pressures
against ​
sensation and sound,
I'm not even awake-

Unconscious,
I seek
You
Conscious,
I look for
You
My eyes.
my mouth.
my lips.
my tongue.

Whisper...

Whispering...

(( I miss him ))

Only God,
hears such rustling ache
in those languished hours
passed
where midnight and you,
show up
on the scent of my fingertips
your seed
spilled,
drawn across my chest.
​
In the middle of night
life is drained,
vacant-
lost in faintness
reaching across time
to Love only Shadows..
and You,
are here with Peanut Butter
​on your breath
in the middle of night,
Just as hungry-

- Tiny Poet, 8.1.2017