Shifting Sunshine

i crawl in the last corner of sunshine I find on the bed
moving over inch by inch 
to feel its warmth . . . to get a little more . . . before it disappears

is this how it is for you?
desperate for love, hunkering for more—or even just a little bit—before they disappear

you keep moving over
moving the lines of your principles, the lines of your dignity, to bask in this fictitious affection 
disguised as love
given by another human—satisfying themself

you . . . you feel wanted, needed, by someone
the motivation of the other eclipsed by your longing
to be touched
to be held
to be loved

but in reality
there is only their need
to finish