Loneliness at 3 am.

The shadows on my wall remind me of how it’s been,
The sleepless days without any end
And those images of you soft
In wait, for ship to meet your dock
How your hair falls from one shoulder to the next
Upon each smooth steady rock
But those are just shadows on my wall
That depict the way your skin makes
My nerves crawl
And how all my fingers shake
With very touch that leads
To my unhampered breathing
But then I realize this fantasy is leaving
Me all alone at 3 am



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you paint such a picture with your words

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