I reach for warmth,
hand extended.
my plant and I have that in common,
leaning towards the sunlight,
leaning towards the window,
for a gasp of air,
for a moment of warmth,
of sunshine.
yearning bites,
it sinks its teeth so deep.
it is a slow ache,
like the cold of winter,
how it seeps in, seeps in,
little by little,
but all at once you notice,
you feel it in your bones.
I imagine someone's comfort so oft,
it feels more like rememberance.
fingers in my hair,
at my spine,
gentle touches,
fingers between mine.
the nights are hardest,
always have been.
won't you lie beside me?
I could touch your cheeks,
your hair,
I could share my body heat.
won't you be my sunshine?
