Nimble Is the Night
It's cold and damp
Where my fingers lay.
Under this sheet I silently pray.
I pray for the use of different ways.
I pray for his urge and need to stay.
I pray for the right to feel this way.
I pray for the wait of another day.
Another night.
Nights when my skin is
Wet with dank sweat.
Nights when my heart would
Be felt through his chest.
Nights when this burning
Is finally at rest.
When I no longer pray.
When it's cold and damp
Where my fingers lay.
Copyright © Samantha Mcdougal | Year Posted 2006
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