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 in dark night
and slip away...
away...
into deep sleep,
rich
in your presence,
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...

Whisper...

(( 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-

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 8.1.2017