Without your touch I feel restless.

The night draws in and numbs the senses

 

as I watch your slumberous body

breathing not a sigh

and I lie awake

trying to pass the time.

 

How did it come to sleeping

on separate sides of the bed?

 

All I want to do is kiss you

and taste the passion

when all we do is lie here

in a disciplined fashion

 

But the desires just will not be relieved;

you may sleep in peace and contentment,

but all the while they torture me.

 

I cannot thrust them upon you

although I may try.

But feeling so far away from you

only makes  me cry.

 

And so I make myself the lonely guest;

with neither sleep nor company

I kid myself into thinking

I know what’s best.