Longing to grab and hold
To wrap tight fingers in it’s hair
And pull it close
We move, we roll
Arms and legs hanging
Heads tossed, covers moved
Rearranged in our torment
Sleep eludes us, laughs
Sneering grin at our desire
Just out of reach
Wanton, callus, sadistic
Almost like lust
Our desire, our longing
To be wrapped in sleep’s embrace
And there find release
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