Corner Time, Volume One, Part Seven
It’s been keeping me up at night.
I wake up with my fingernails already digging into my skin,
tearing, hard and deep,
trying to scratch out this interminable itch.
I can feel it all over my mouth when I think about you,
I can feel it like a hand grabbing at the nape of my neck, holding me steady to make me pay attention.
I want to rub my face all over your skin until the sense of your smell is imprinted in into my very cells.
I want it so deep that I can taste you in my mouth when I open my eyes from sleep whether you’ve been there or not.