it is 1:33
in the morning
and as i lie in bed
i have run out of fingers
counting the things
i miss about you
tonight
there is the way
you wrap your arms around my waist
as i stand between your legs
the way you sometimes
brush my hair behind my ear
before you kiss me
the way you press your mouth
hard into mine
never feeling close enough
there is the way
your warm breath
feels on my neck
and my inner thigh
one after the other
all these things
pile up in my mind
until my fingers
must find
some other way
to put me to sleep
May 15, 2017
Unfiltered Poetry 