Roack-a-bye, Baby

I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
as darkness falls
summoning me to my slumber
but I slip between sheets
cupping my palm over blazing hunger
and softly whisper his name
my nightly lullaby
curled with hand guarding need
until he comes home
and reclaims it