By umbra (sean bergin)
Date: 8 June 2000

Wanting

        Satin pillow is the only softness
        that sleeps next to me,
        silent,
        and cool.
        The trickle of smoke from a forbidden
        cigarette
        curls upward,
        in sensuous spirals.

        I lie in waiting for her to come,
        I dont care which one.
        Just want the touch of skin on skin.
        Want to hear the murmur of another's
        dreaming,
        See the stirring of a peaceful face,
        eyes fluttering beneath closed eyelids.
        Want to taste the salt of perfumed sweat,
        smell the scent of fresh washed hair.

        Want to be kept awake by a wanting whisper,
        carressed by a flowing hand.
        Want to be wanted,
        and want,
        to want.
        I just want.