Tomorrow

Curtains closed, 

city street sounds below. 

Inside, dark blue, your silhouette breathing slowly,

next to me against crisp white sheets.

Our bodies writhed and twisted a few minutes ago, 

the need for each other almost unbearable.

Thirsty; hungry, we fed upon each other,

as if tomorrow may never come.

Tomorrow you will go again and disappear. My want and need for you will still be incessant.

But now I am good at pretending it isn't.