In the dark
With your warm skin
Under cover
The nearness of you
Keeps me contented
Soft, languid
Arms wrapped
Bundling me up
Like an extra blanket

When you’re gone
The dark is cold
My sheets are cool
Tossing, turning
Fundamentally missing
I cuddle up to that spot
Holding the sheets
Your t-shirt
Sleeping in
That indent
Where you were
There at least
I have some semblance
Of the nearness of you