Baby it’s cold inside

I am in great need in a cold land

Where bedded warmth covers me

In my dreams like desert sand

Buried, wholly safe and free.

Before screens, which to the world show

Only glass echoes of my heart’s beat,

I come naked and alone to know

How I may give off my inner heat.

Phantoms summoned rise in my mind,

Materialize and embrace my love-lost flesh.

And in darkest, most sacred dream find

Lips to touch, as sweet sex scents enmesh.

Torn, alas, between love and lust,

Tear stains moisten my soft pillow,

Sex stains my silk sheets encrust

Love stains on my heart must follow.