It's a cold bitter sky
that shields us from togetherness tonight.
What I wouldn't give to wake
bare skin brushing against air-cooled blankets
the tiniest muscles at attention
knowing as soon as you saw my eyes flutter
that you would crawl into bed with me to say good morning.
How I miss our title, king and queen
the prince and princess
our pedestal in the eyes of my peers.
You've opened my mind with time-altering experiences,
hyper sensitive and wanting. Hyper focus and heart pounding.
My words aren't poetry, just over drawn hyperbole.
Come back to me.
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