Gridlock Poem by Kirsty D Simmons

You are the first thing I heed
when sleep is vacated
my lips brush across our skin
as your side of the bed
becomes deserted and cold

You are what I crave when I consider
all of our possibilities
and by you only,
my intimacies can be fulfilled

My fears yearn for your comfort
as the night falls
and I become detached from reality
bemused, where despair has no limits

But we,
we are stuck in a gridlock
where our fears paralyze us
and we are starving
for warmth emraces