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
