Long Morning

by Joanna

I found a strand of your hair
On my pillow
When I woke from my slumber today
You have not placed your head
Next to mine
In what feels like an eternity
I suppose then
I must caress my own skin
Fingers trembling
As they reach for the elastic
Of my pajamas
I feel the rush of moisture
As I imagine your fingers there instead
Breath coming short
And then not at all
I am sent to the heavens
Recalling your touch
I writhe a bit
Rolling over
Finding traces of you
Into the realms of my fantasies