Her

I had been craving to touch you
for days,
but you had …
not me, you had her.

I would reach out and she would twitch and you would turn and I would burn.
and then when she would settle for a brief moment, my skin
would touch
your skin
and I would cry,

But not where you could see,
that would be
weak.
and I didn’t want to be seen as
weak.

So I waited, I bided your time
and mine, I hid my face and was
weak,

But try living without touch
when touch is within touch,
but can’t be touched.

I just want to be touched –
by you.

Just for a brief moment.
lay your hand, bare skin,
on my shoulder and let me melt into you
for less than a moment …
for now it is all I think I need,
But when we think we know all we need

we determine, quickly, that we need more than we need and then we need to have what we want or we can never understand why we are not truly happy even though we received what we thought we wanted in the first place.

I just ask that you let her sleep and put your flesh against mine.

I just ask that you let her rest and put your flesh against mine.

Is a cuddle too much to ask?

Do we need a sitter for twenty minutes so my arms stop hurting from not holding you?