Unscripted Confabulation

It’s 4 a.m.,
I take back my previous epiphany,
I realize,
I don’t want you,
I need you,
Like the salt needs the sea,
or the sun needs it’s rays,
I need your hot breathe on my neck,
I need your hands squeezing my hips,
I need you to whisper how much you love me,
I love you more than the smell of rain,
I need you,
I need you more than you need me
and I don’t know what’s worse


xoxo 4 am 070314