i have no need of pleasure or release but i will touch myself
when my body finally relaxes into bed tonight
because i need to remember your touch
because i would prefer to think that you’re simply getting a glass of water
or brushing your teeth
or retrieving your black bag
because i want to imagine that you are here
[photo: C, post production: wawbat]
Part of me breaks every time we have to put the miles in between us again. My heart and my body and my bed knew profound emptiness last night.