A moment in the might

Staring into darkness thoughts

Im staring into the night
Gazing upon the stars
in the distance
Past the spinning
Past whirling noise
Of electric wires
Im looking into the darkness
Im waiting for the touch
Of calloused fingers
To trace my spine
Im staring into the night
Im remembering soft lips
That graze my neck
And the breath
Which prickles my skin
And melts my resolve
Im gandering into the blackness
Im missing the pressure
Of the sculptor's hands
To mold the clay
I have become
To fill me with his essence.
Im staring into to night.
I miss his words
In my ear
Whipsering my name
Calling me to life.