weak...

darkness falls before my eyes
and brings the cold, black night
I should shiver with loneliness

but my body is warm
from the memory of your touch
the press of your lips
the whisper of your words

I should be empty
but my heart is full
from the memory of your smile
the heat from your body
the desire in your gaze

and I revel in the warmth
that these memories bring
keeping me from freezing
in my numb existence

and when the darkness fades
and the morning light appears
I look forward to the time
when these moonlit memories
aren't just memories

when they will be my
day time reality