Star Dreaming

In the frames of my mind the forgotten shelves collect dust that only the moon can rouse. The stars trail honey dewed lips against flushed flesh, goodnight kisses laced with hungry insomnia. 

a poem for you; or who I wish you were -

Before bed

I wish you'd say 

goodnight.

Sweet Dreams.

Don't let

the bed bugs bite.

And as I sleep,

my dreams erase

the dull aches within me.

until the morning,

when I wake and

check my phone -

- expecting.

even thought it's 

been months with no

good morning.