yearning

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!