Sleep deprived

Sleep only comes in small bursts

Leaves a cold spot in the middle of a dream

Imagine the milk being denied

It trickles down

Serenading red lips

The rawness of the skin

Soft genitals brought to life by moonlight

It’s the smell of her armpits that gets me

The perfume sprayed in ether

“A pillow is both the map and destination”

And all I can smell is the absence of you.

(c) A.R. Minhas 2020

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