Alone

In those predawn moments
trapped between dark and dawn,
I feel you with me
your warm moist breath on my nape
The brush of your knees
behind mine
The rasp of your nipples
against my back
Your arm slips over my side
sliding along my ribs.
I hold my breath and relax back
against your warmth
Revelling in this intimate time
before the day begins.
The alarmclock sounds
and I awake to find myself alone
Nestled against a pillow
and I mourn the warmth
that never was...