Light beams shimmied through

wind blown curtains, inspiring

our morning fondling.

In the dead of night

I lie in my bed awake, 

thinking of your love.

"I want to play you."

"Fuck–I want to play WITH you."

Nervous Accidents. 

I remember when

When we loved endlessly in

the brightest of days.

it wasn’t until

she left that he realized

he needed her most. 

In summer night warmth, 

next to her, he lies awake, 

while she’s in deep sleep.