Late night poetry run...

Night has fallen
on the day
on my room
on me
And where is my love
but alas I fear
not near
enough
inside me.
I dream of his scent
Lillies tucked behind each earlobe
rose blooms strewn across his chest
Honeysuckle lips
and Magnolia sweet finger tips.
I'll bide time away
Stitching him a purple robe
waiting for him to return.

Annie