She couldn’t sleep
And it was driving her crazy
She needed skin on skin
To be spooned and held
She needed to feel
Heartbeats against her own
But instead, here she is
Wide awake and eating red grapes in bed
Listening to music
Reading a book that makes her even more aware
That she’s alone in a too-big bed
She reads words and imagines
She’s her, for the moment
Getting caressed by strong hands
Being known so well
Down to the size she wears
Favorite things to have
And ways to be touched
While she’s eating
Grapes in bed after midnight
♥️👣 Jeanna’ Mead
1 22 a.m. May 18 2020
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