It’s always the same.
Lock the doors.
Set the furnace back.
Glass of water.
Shut the TV off.

Then lay there.
Until the courage comes.
This is the part I hate the most.
The dark.
The small click of the light turning off.

That’s when you come.
When I am defenseless.
Alone in bed.
Without the distractions that armor me.
Taking me prisoner each night.

I reach for you in the empty dark.
But it is too late.
You have already engulfed me.
Filled me with you.
I am lost inside my own mind.

Your voice rings in my ears.
Your texts dance in banners behind my eyes.
Each moment replayed endlessly.
Every ache. Every desire. Every craving.
You thrive within my exhausted vessel.

My rigid body awaits you.
Convulsing in the sweat of passion.
Gasping for air not there.
Until at last I arch and rise up whispering your name.
Breathless.