Wolf Sun.

I miss the feeling,
Of hugging someone you love.
The intimacy of human touch,
Is warm,
And just what I need.
Instead I listen to Moondog,
Under a howling wolfs sun.
And I think of sorrow,
And I think of what I could have done.
What I should have done,
Perhaps is more true.
Alone with the stars,
Glistening night eyes.
Blinking madly,
And swallowing my thoughts,
As I drift between sleep and wake.
I am desolation,
Make no mistake.
But drum beats soften me,
The percussion sinks,
Through my hard skin,
And mimics my heart,
Pounding in the night air.
The bedroom is cold,
And I miss human touch,
I miss it so much.