The Space You Fill Anyway

I lay here still, but nothing rests, you move too much inside my chest.
My thoughts won’t slow, they turn to you, to every word, to what you’d do.


It’s in my breath, it’s in my skin, this raging fire you’ve lit within.
No hands on me, no weight, no touch, and somehow still it feels like too much.


I turn, I shift, the sheets feel wromg, like something’s missing all night long.
And every inch just stays aware… of everything that isn’t there.

Your voice goes low inside my mind, and leaves that heat it knows I’ll find.
Not loud, just slow, just deep… the kind of want that ruins sleep.

And I don’t fight it, don’t make it stop… I let it build, I let it drop.
Because somehow this, this ache, this view… is the closest thing I have to you.

--BB