a fiery sky greets me
warm and soft
against my eyelids
beckoning me to wake
hot breath on my neck
long fingers kneading flesh
squeezing, pulling, demanding
the flame of need
urging a dance from
within
a choreography
my hips know
by heart

but
my fingers twist in
cold, empty sheets
the silence of this
empty room
burns away the beauty
of my dream
eyes open to a
dim, damp dawn
skin still hungry
for you
heart aching
for yours
bereft of all that I
take for granted

I can not wait
to tell you

so, come home
soon

Let my kiss speak for me