I want you to touch me here

sunday evening
I’m back from the weekend of
camping with my son

thunder rolls in over the dark foothills
it’s both comforting and lonely

in the soft, undulating drone
of ceiling fan, ambient music
candles and the
post- auto-erotica haze
I almost feel ok

you’re away
maybe for good this time
who knows what you want anymore

I want you to touch me here
in this depth and vulnerability

that would be amazing