|Photograph courtesy of me, as well.|
In the dark of night,
I cannot sleep for how they roar.
Thoughts of touch,
and pulses racing;
with tongues’ soft lacing—
friendship yearns for something more.
Such notions strike me, unrelenting,
that I scarce know what to do.
For heated thoughts fill my horizon,
and all of these are thoughts of you.
(For the story behind “My Last Love Letter,” tune in next Monday.) (If you can stand to.)