Strawberry Crush at 4 am

For the butterfly...

I'm restless awake again
I shouldn't be, I should be able
to rest and sleep with ease
and dreams of kisses that were
trailed along my lips and neck
so softly like the wind rustling
over my skin, hushing my nerves
into tranquil silence

I miss your arms already
my fingers need to be running
over your back, over your shoulders
my hands miss your giving skin

I miss curling up just right
next to you, your arm laid out
like a pillow for me to sleep on,
your scent drifting over me like
silent waves of the ocean

I shouldn't miss you
I know

I know I'm smitten
You wont hear it pass
these lips though
I wont give you the key
to the thoughts that lay
locked inside
nor the page that the ink
rests on

Not anymore
I wont
I cant
You leave me vulnerable,
wanting more than I can have
More than you're willing
to give me

It hurts.

Reviews

[al25]

Again very real. Great poem. Great words.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Hey, I'm willing! (laughing) This was sexy and smart but I have to wonder how many different kinds of a fool a man might have to be not to give you every ounce of love and attention that you deserve and want. A lonely old man knows the value of love he does not have. It keeps him wondering why he bothers to wake up in the morning. I love this Amber, always a pleasure to read your words.

[Bubo]

I so hope this tasty piece of writing means you are back , i have missed you.
This piece is so giving of the emotion that we are all sometimes trapped by our feelings of love, the intensity, and wanting to give, but afraid of the hurt to follow.
We are all vulnerable in love.

Beauitful.