The night winds are chilly,
Clean sheets on my bed.
I lie alone.
My arms are tired
Of hugging teddy bear.
My fingertips
Are tired
Of touching metal, plastic,
Glass and wood.
My fingertips
Are yearning
To touch warm skin
And tangled hair
And flesh pulsating
Deep and deeper…
My lips…?
Don’t ask!
This yearning, lady,
Is part of life,
Sometimes!
