Three AM Poetry (poem)

It’s 3AM
And I want to send you a text
Be that guy
For once
Only once
But I’ll be the asshole
Who turns this into a poem instead.

Seems like a lifetime ago
Since we spoke
Of your skin
On my skin
And the shape of your neck

I have that need
To skin my teeth
Gently
Into the edge of your thigh
And remember
How much you enjoyed it

Tried to forget
The way you prance
And moan
But nothing does it

Been waking in the middle of the night
Every night
For months at a time

Tonight is no different

3 Am and nothing does it
I force myself back to sleep
Dreaming
Thinking
Then 4
And 6 too
I give up and get up

Your skin
And your smile
The shape of your hips
And thighs.

Coffee’s ready by 6h30
I try to shake it off.
And get some breakfast going

“Fuck…”

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