Too Much Headspace

My heart beats for you
In the still hours of the night when I lie quiet
in my bed, I listen to my pulse and your name echoes in my ears.

My blood calls for you
In the restless hours of the evening when I cannot sleep
Systolic syllables pounding through my arteries, so loud but in vain.

Diastolic diatribes demanding
Contracting, expanding; contracting, expanding.
Holding tight, and letting go; holding tight, and letting go.

My skin yearns for you
In the early hours of the morning when I wake
to a cold bed, sheets wrapped around me and me alone.

I cannot warm myself, I need your warmth beside me. Your heat, your passion, your energy guiding me like a beacon as I sleep, guiding me to peaceful rest and gentle rising, ready and waiting to face the day because the sun rises in your smile.

My mouth sings for you
In the late hours of the afternoon when I go home
to talk to, to press against, to taste your presence in so many ways.

I get home and no one greets me ready to hear silly stories of the day, to make me laugh with stories of their own. To nourish me mentally, physically, and emotionally with just two lips.

My body aches for you
In the hot hours of the daytime when I sweat and burn
in the blistering sun, someone pressed against me and I nearly cried.

The firmness, the softness, the smoothness, the roughness; the wonderful separate pieces making up the wonderful unified whole. A shoulder pressing into my chest, a cheek laying on my shoulder, a tangle of hair tickling my neck, a hip comforting my own. To feel you in my arms, by my side, or even holding my hand. To know with the certainty that only proximity can provide that you are here, truly here, and not just a happy figment of my lonely mind.

My eyes dance for you
In the empty times when I pass the frame
in my empty room which holds your face; you smile at me and I smile back and say hello.

And I dance for you.