As I....
slip between the fabric
laid upon this cold mattress...
looking to the other side,
my emotions tend to think back when
the last time I felt the
warmth of another being,
lying within arms reach
to heighten the emotional feeling
of what it is to be
.
c o n n e c t e d
.
beyond concepts...
beyond words...
beyond anything physically heard...
And sometimes it hurts
to remember back to the \"whens\"
not sure if another soul will ever be tangible again...
And...
You may believe I whine of lacking sexual expression,
but its more than that--
it\'s about physical affection
of emotional expression
that is felt beyond nerve endings
to let me know
my kindred soul
is more than a figment of imagination
and in all the world I have much patience
but it\'s the winter\'s loneliness that isn\'t waiting..
so as I cuddle up to pillows on my side of the bed
blocking out the emptiness
calming thoughts of lament in my head
glancing vacantly at the other half of
an uninhabited dwelling,
thinking back to the last time
that I...
felt a physical anything...