At night I close my door,
strip down to the essentials
and hold myself.
Arms wrapped around my body,
fingers digging into flesh,
I press till it hurts.
I close my eyes,
waiting for the moment
your hands cover mine.
Your breath, soft in my ear;
the scent of you, arousing,
unmistakeable.
If you could come to me,
I know you would.
I must learn to let you go.
The night is empty, love,
and I
will stand this way forever.