by Christine Joseph
The pain is unbearable
to be apart is worse than death
A part of me is gone
and here I lay alone
naked,
imagining my body pressed against yours
I touch myself
as you would proceed
Caressing my soft skin
tasting the sweetest nectar of my breasts
my hands explore my body,
readying myself for your spirit
I know not if you can feel my frustration
if only you were here now. . .