Empty Bed

Drops of water on the tongue
in the desert stretched too far
while in pools others swim
drenched to bone as I wilt
 
yearning for something more
than the drought of the flesh
greedy for just a taste
simple fare will do the trick
 
longing felt in the heart
all that’s left is dry desire
the chill wind has no foe
in wastelands of the soul
 
now the head rules the day
nights lay barren wanting more
seeking moisture to redeem
empty bed denying dreams.
 
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171020.
 
I’m aware of a phenomenon among my young friends.  Cuddling seems to be pursued to fill emotional spaces and physical hunger.  “Empty Bed” is my take on this need.