Helium Ballerina

coldness seeps into my blanket hairs on my neck slowly rise ceramic's orange glow a living pulse from the wall heat evenly spread on my face It's colder than most nights because I'm missing your touch you've gone away a better place missing your lips the taste of you in the dark a raw hunger within my body needs you warm waters now cold cold waters turned tired and old… the way you put your hands on your hips the purse of your lips hands explore my body does implore of you more you are gone to my world ceramic orange glow… melting eyes into face I can still feel your fingers dancing like helium ballerinas across the hairs of my arm a nibble on the ear wrapped up in you your control complete over me… a lonely boy sits in a cave at the edge of the Universe.. soft orange glow heat on his face waiting for his helium ballerina