Awake

It used to be that we'd toss and turn with curiosity and desire

The kisses we devoured earlier that day wet our eyes

And touched the replay button so that when we lay awake

Yet dreaming, the ravaging played on loop, and all we saw 

Were thirsty tongues, and hungry hands.

They’d keep us up, these tongues, with words and kisses

Till it was no more enough to think about them

And it was no more enough to stay awake thinking about them

So we’d sleep with a seeping wetness at the centre of us

Our insides turned to pools.

Now, we lie awake, waiting for a sun to rise somewhere

Over an ocean we don’t see, counting forward hours on the clock

Waiting for the phone to buzz, hoping the tablet will light up

With kisses from yellow faces and hugs that are sometimes misspelt

While the internet keeps us company in an insomniac vigil.