.
shivering desert sand
in the darkness
before sunrise
Wants
Waits for her
waiting is too much
It hurts to think of the warmth
not yet here
It hurts to feel the
l o n e l y b r e e z e
Cold
Absent
Smileless
it was better hours ago
when the sand knew
the waiting would be
lonely and quiet
but now
itching for touch
beneath it’s surface – itchy
without a fingernail to scratch
S h i v e r i n g
without a blanket to pull up
over it’s shoulders
and knowing
knowing
just beyond the
dark horizon
Her warmth
Her touch
so painful in his anxious thoughts
painful to want
To wait
Wait.