elsewhere
my eyes and back are sore and my throat is dry
my mind was racing for hours hours ago
but now i cannot think
i only toss and turn
and i hate this place
where everything is too hard or too cold
where the water doesn't taste right
where the sounds in the night are unfamiliar and unexplained
and i want so much to be elsewhere
i want to be much closer
to that place where i belong
that soft, cool place, just below your breasts
at the end of that subtle line that curves down from your ribs
across the pale, smooth skin of your stomach
and beyond
to lay my cheek in that place
to fall and rise with each breath
and be where i belong
and sleep
P.S. - Sorry for the repeat. I've been busy. I've also thought a lot about this poem over the past week, and relived the feeling I had when I first wrote it. I hope you enjoy it.
P.P.S. - Caitlin, I'm jealous.
