forget to breathe.

Is it quite possible it's a lack of human...engagement?
an itching of the skin to be wrapped in someone else's?
There is this urge.. to strip. take everything off and proclaim loudly why exactly
the universe twists in the way it does
while mimicking, of course.
Just a desperate wish for lights off, curtains drawn.
a secret world, somewhere
where the only thing that matters is how loudly [she] breathes,
how hysterically [she] laughs
how [her] hands move under blankets, in dreams.
Heat.
Fingers interlaced.
and [she] has whiskey on [her] breath.
When the mind forgets to whir and [she] begins to settle,
to relax, to act without thought,
windows steam up, time slows down.
pure
fantasy.

That
is what's missing tonight.