Sitting empty. Emptying.  Neurons firing the image of skin against my skin

Soft and warm and full of the promise of devotion

I devoted myself. I am devoted.

I wait for effection that is just out of my grasp. Close enough to touch but not to feel.

I want to feel the way I feel when I am loved, To be loved the way I can love.

Haze from the outside spills in through the cold glass the illumination spotlights my empty world.