I Need Pillow Talk Poem by Mark Heathcote

It is as questionable as the weather
tomorrow, whether or not I will still
love you, or you'll be, overlooked-forever
it is not lust or desire nor the thrill
of your touch that I crave or that pining
I can't sleep; restless as bats using sonar.
Nor because of our sexual entwining
am I feeling temperate? And thus far-

It is not out of hunger, neediness-
I say these words but like a Vampire bat.
Honed-in-on-me you in your greediness
want to be loved in your dark habitat.
found out as much as I do in the sunlight
I need pillow talk, a caring shoulder
someone with a poet's heart, a playwright
who hasn't-typecast-me in any way either?

I need a lover with whom I can confide.
I need a lover who'll be my closest ally
and circle the globe to be by my side.
One who isn't some draining prickly cacti?
One who isn't as preachy as an old rabbi?
A lover who won't change with the weather
who will cuddle me and share their wifi
knows me best and treats me right forever.