Sleep fast, my darling.
My far away darling, so near in this small island
Yet far and far, separated from my octopus limbs
That wish to powerfully clasp you to me.
I feel the cold, more acutely, away from you,
It seeps into my bones and sharpens the blade of parting
That presses into my belly and lets in the cold
To my flesh, to my bones that long to be warmed by you.
As we part, I turn and turn around, for another glance
To feast my eyes before famine to come
To fill the recesses of my memory
Of your hands pressing me nearer
Of kisses that could not wait a moment longer
Nor end a moment earlier.
Every time our lips parted, I peeked through hopeful lashes, wishing
that the kisses would begin again, for the excitement to build
and cascade in hot rivulets down my skin
Skin that yearns to be burned by the fire of your fingertips.
I write urgently, compelled
By indulgent, desirous memory.
In my dreams, I shall seek you out.
Sleep fast, sleep fast, my darling.
My beautiful, far away darling.
See you anon.