That Quiet Ache

Written by: Michael Todd

Without warning
    or message
from willow tree
        whippoorwills
I awake with
    that quiet ache,
such a deep burn
    from a much too long desire
for you.

A breathing dream
    which becomes
a slow unfulfilled agony
    as I wait for you.

A beneath the bone
    need to be
skin to skin,
    tongue on tongue,
one in one
    for a lifetime, maybe two.

I wonder if during
    my five o’clock
reminders of aloneness
    whether you’ve similar
pains of the heart,
    whether you experience
that quiet ache
    in the silent centuries of solitude
between the beat of one heart
        and the lovely beatings of two.