WIP
12/16/2012 06:50 p.m.
I've got a crick
in my neck
from hiding my face.

There were words fizzing up
in my reptilian brain
and I woke up one morning
able to taste your air from across the room.

But a thing I longed for years ago
(that dark place in your eyes that makes me feel lost;
your kiss on my shoulder as I drift off)
has become a page I'm unwilling to turn.