Morning After

The fear envelops me
-it’s an opaque mist
Surrounding me,
clouding my brain.
I want him, need him
The wait is agony.

The writhing and moaning
was pure delight
Ecstacy was surely mine
This morning,
has it gone all wrong?

Dare I call and ask
say what I’m feeling
I should wait patiently, I know
With every moment, the panic rises

Does he want me?
Does he miss me?
Does he need me?
Oh the despair!

His scent lingers on my pillow
I bury my face in it
I want to be close to him again
To know that we are ok
and everything is alright

It’s crazy, insane I know
It feels so right,
being with him -
Touching him and
believing he is mine.