my eyes to miss the sight of your smile,
the scent of you gone from around me.
I never wanted myself to fall so hard,
to be up at 3 am pacing the ceiling,
memorizing each line of grain of the wood
as I call out for you in my mind,
wishing, waiting, hoping to hear a response.
It isn't hell anymore when I hold you in my arms,
your naked smooth, supple, voluptuous skin against mine,
your every curve resting and blending with mine,
your fingers lightly tracing the veins up my arms,
lacing their way entwined with my fingers,
your lips slowly making soft moist craters against my skin
as you descend ever lower against me...
Oh, how I miss you at 3:30 am,
my mind imagining sins
that our bodies make
during each daily confession of love,
how I miss you now, as I roll over, and
you are not beside me...
