Tomorrow


Curtains closed, 
city street sounds below. 

Inside, dark blue, your silhouette breathing slowly,
next to me against crisp white sheets.

Our bodies writhed and twisted a few minutes ago, 
the need for each other almost unbearable.

Thirsty; hungry, we fed upon each other,
as if tomorrow may never come.

Tomorrow you will go again and disappear. My want and need for you will still be incessant.
But now I am good at pretending it isn't. 

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