Aching inside my hot need 

No one here to touch me 

Wanting more than the dingy grey 

All the colors muddy and muted, 

Palate left dry and unused.

Start the fire, bring the color

Sitting before you laid bare

Naked and exposed

My fingers fly, reality recedes

Fuzzy slippers and laundry melt away 

All that remains is your touch

We dance the timeless dance 

Locked in typing tango

Please, I beg more

Your reply certain

An ever sweeping crescendo 

Upon my aching soul

Filling my lonely heart with

Unquenchable color