Imagination running Wild

As I lay naked between the sheets,

Thoughts of you touching my skin are running through my mind,

Thinking that soon you will be holding me tight covers my skin with goosebumps,

I can almost feel your breath on my neck as you hold me close to your chest.

I feel that I need my imagination to run wild,

Before I go crazy in this white plain room of madness and solitud,

I bring up the sheets so they rub between my toes,

It gives me a sense of company while you aren’t here,

There is no air in the room, yet I see the leaves on the trees moving side to side.

It is almost rhythmic to a silent music dedicated to nature.

One falls and floats to the ground, swaying from side to side, not knowing where it is going to land.

I feel that way when you aren’t by my side, the sense of organisation has lost itself in the wind.

Thoughts run through my mind of you and me,

Leaving my brain exhausted and almost out of breath wondering what is right and what is wrong,

What are the next steps my feet are meant to take?

Do I run into the unforgiving windy wild or embrace the excrutiating hot sand?

I need my imagination to run wild,

I close my eyes and hold my pillow as if it was you.

There is no response but the softness of the cotton lets me drift to a deep slumber.

There you are, one more night in my imagination that has run into the wild.