Withdrawal

What would I say to you if you were here with me?
Now? This very night?

Would my eyes betray my confusion?
Or would they be smoky with hurt?

My head, tilted to one side,
would it feel unsure and heavy,
upon my tense shoulder blades?

My hands, would they be nervous,
twisting my rings non-stop
around my fingers?

Would I frown in concentration,
in silent agony, of how, or whether,
to begin?

Would I want to bury my head in your neck,
your arms wrapped around me, snugly?

My cheek, would it soon rest upon your chest,
breathing in your scent, content to be in your embrace?

Or would my wet salty tears appear
cool my burning face,
and soak through to your skin?