The need to touch to be touched (Draft1)

She pulls the blankets over her,
even though the heat clams my skin
to later stink the room of sweat.
I lay uncovered and unclothed;
her presence is my comfort.
How many hours ago had the curtains closed on the day.

Her body pillow cradles into her
curves grinning at me. Bragging to be
her support where I cannot. I do not blame
her, in this heat who wants to get comfortable
on clammy skin. I wish to be
the pillow. Her arms wrapping me. Legs
absorbing mine. Head adhering to my chest.
Even in this heat I... I... am I jealous? Of
a fucking pillow. Of all things, a pillow.

She turns her back to me, no longer
can I see that pillow. Does she want me
to touch her? I want nothing more than to
feel her. To slide my arm under her pillow,
the one under her head, not the one
emanating pride. To wrap my other
arm around her waist, tucking my knees into
her knees. Maybe even enveloping her ankles with mine.
The overwhelming obsession to touch her.

I rest my hand on her waist, the sensation.
She moves. I pull back. She needs
sleep more than my need of validating
her existence. This desire nearly
thought crippling. So close, I can smell
her, see her ribs rise with breath. I can
hear the air leave her lips. But I cannot
feel her. I can feel the bed move as she moves.
It is not her. I try again. Tenderly placing the
back of my hand against her arm. She
twitches shacking off a bug. Once again
I pull back. I will let her sleep. I'll stop being annoying.
She doesn't like to be touched while she sleeps.
She isn't yet asleep; in this heat, I'll just let her sleep. She needs the sleep.

This heat is unbearable. I think as
I roll over, I'll let her move in closer when
she is ready. Maybe I'll wake up with
our backs touching or our toes. Even in
this heat her touch would be a comfort.
I try not to move as my mind drifts
into the chasm of dreams.

A distant mumble brings me back
to reality. Like bubbles of a geyser slowly
at first. The mumbles turn to words; more and
larger bubbles. Faster more audible. "Get
away, get away" confusion of a half sleep daze
"I need space! Get away!" Words turn
into feet and and hands.. "I need space!" This
being half my size pushes me nearly
off the bed. "Get away! Go away!"
I don't know what to do... still asleep
confused. "Stop controlling me! I don't
want you!" She says a name... it's not mine.
I don't know what to do. All I want is to touch her.

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Had to get this down and not just think about it before I forgot it.
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