rest less

i get no sleep on these humid evenings.

sweat finds what sleep passes over. body contorted, woven between sheets. stacatto breathing and arched fingers. pared back i am all but foresaken by absence. my movements grow heavy. my eyes flutter constantly.

i wear my longing like a second skin. slide it over my hips, stretch it out along my spine, wrap it round ribs.

my desire is elastic. as the light is impaled on the blinds i test it's tension. snap myself back into reality.