Barren Expectation

Lately, your ears have gotten colder against me
I have never known what you wait so expectantly for
pressed to my belly listening

I am tired
and I am trying to remember your face,
and the last time you looked up at me

And you are breathing heavy,
and you are pulling at my waist
to bring me closer

My stomach has long-since stopped its growling
it has learned to wait with me
for you

Everything within me waits

And I am lying down
with you atop me
listening ravenously

We are bored but we are willing,
these bones and I

I am not allowed to speak
and I am not allowed
to breath too heavily

And I cannot remember
the sound of your voice
nor the shape of your face

I know the feel of your hands,
and I know the color of your hair

And I am weak
when you slip away
I am raw and damp with your sweat
while you leave

You are finished now,
my body barren,
unable to carry or grow
quite what you were hoping it would.