3 a.m. Knife’s Edge

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3 a.m., apart, desire, kiss, poem, poetry, skin, touch

Awake in this 3 a.m. dark
Wanting you next to me so much
The thought speeding my heart
Of the feel of your gentle touch

My every nerve ending
Seemingly on the verge of fire
I lay here trembling
On a knife’s edge of desire

Thoughts of your skin on mine
The touch so alive and warm
Wishing our desire to align
Giving form to our own quiet storm

A sweet hot tingle on my lips
Signals the want of your kiss
Wanting from your well a sip
Of sweet nectar’s bliss

But alas I am still here alone
You still so many miles away
Far too late/early to phone
And so far from your sweet ways…