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.