invoke you

I wake
With my fingers moving
Across the coarse cotton of the bed
Toward a notion of you.
 
Breathing deep
I dream your scent into being.
 
A longing
So utterly essential
No longer confined
Searches the sheets.
 
Wanting  nothing more
Or less
Than to invoke you.

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