Unspoken

The skin on my breast is purple,
the tips of my ears burn,
my arms change from tan to white
as I turn my palms to the sun.

This is the state of me
without space, within myself.

My eyes form a wall between us,
my ears take in bittersweet music,
my heart beats erratic - fast, then slow -
waiting for the end.

This is the state of me
waiting for the words from your lips.

An image in my mind, a haunting thought:
curled in my bed, face pressed into my pillow,
smelling the memory of your scent,
I wish only for one thing.

The waxing moon to bring you to my driveway,
to hear you call my name,
and summon me from depressed sleep,
to hold me, to comfort me, to sooth me with the words.

Love long missed, I've found you here,
no matter what comes, I will stay with you,
we'll hold one another, tenderly
and we'll make this life worth living.

Together.

This is the state of me
lonely in my own skin.