Intimacy

Hardest
is longing
I wake warm
& moist
wanting
an electric touch
or burning silence
where eyes held speak
in tongues
on wet crevices
& full lips on
collar bones
kisses on shoulders
from behind
But not tonight
tonight
need sharpens its claws
on my mind's blackboard
grating & loud
reminding me of
your absence &
only the moon
stares back
luminous
& unblinking
tauntingly beautiful
full & heavy
hiding truths not known
nor sharing
intimacy

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