One Thousand Miles

An entire time zone away,
but when it is dark and I am dreaming it is

His hands tangled in my hair
His teeth sharp on my skin
His voice that comforts me and carries me through these long nights.
In those moments when I am just waking I think I smell Him, taste Him.

And then I am awake and He is not here and He is not coming here.

He is at home. He is at work. He is otherwise occupied.
(Does He miss me? Am I in His thoughts at all?)
I get sentimental. My bruises fade. I drink too much. I go to bed.
And it is dark again...

I want pain and sweet and
I want more than I am ready for.

I want to know what He wants...