Restlessness
I lie here in solitude,
clothed only by the restlessness
of my own burning fire.
clothed only by the restlessness
of my own burning fire.
The air around me
is scented with sweetness,
and my body is moist with desire,
as I await your presence
in silence.
I stare at the moon
in order to pass the time,
but I can’t get the thought
of your tender touch
out of my mind.
Where are you tonight?
You’re late,
and my patience is dying!
