Entreaties

You can see it in her eyes:

She remembers your kisses
upon her belly,
and the warmth of your voice
in the darkness;

She recalls collapsing
into your embrace
when the day’s strain
was too great;

She feels your fingertips
upon her flesh,
and can smell the warmth
of your desire for her;

You can see it all
in those eyes
that once reflected your joy,
yet now only entreat you,
And you know she doesn’t
need to be hot;
she just wants to be cold
no more....