Heart juice flowing from the eyes, wringed
From the insides, writhing
And coiling like a beheaded serpent
To recuperate beheaded emotions.
Blood gasps for air
Asyphyxiating, masochistic perhaps
As one gleans relief from
These painful drops…..
It really is the longest night
That I couldn’t sleep,I missed
Your voice for so long,your arms
Haven’t held me in a while,at this moment
All I need is you,your bushy beard
Brushing against a shoulder or tickling
The forehead as I listened
To your heart beat quicken
As my arms tighten and
I whisper nonsensical sweet nothings
Against your chest.And I
Could feel you smiling
Smiling against my cheek
As I stand on tiptoes
To hear you breath.