I have no lover

I have no lover.
And yet I do not feel alone.
I have never been afraid of the silence, 

the solitude, the darkness. 

I am happy to lose myself in music, 

curl myself up in the pages of a book, 

stride out beneath an uncertain sky, 

or watch the restless waves foam at the water’s edge.
I am relaxed in my own company. 

I am not in need of others. 

I am not disturbed by the long hours of night.
I am self-contained, self-assured and self-reliant.

I have no lover.
But sometimes,

I yearn for sweet lips to brush mine, 

for gentle fingers to trail along my body, 

for the gorgeous,  heat of someone close.
And to know that, just now and again, 
I am missed.