Pulsing

Repeating your words

Inside my head.

Closing my eyes

To see you better.

In this darkness

Is where I find

That corrupting the silence

Frees my mind.

Fingers lingering

Close to my bed.

Imagination wanting

Flesh instead.

Night or day,

It doesn’t matter.

My gasps delivered

In your platter.

Call my name

And I’ll come crawling.

Trembling so fast

That I might be falling.