i am fairly sure
that i have never
missed you more than
i do right now; the
lack of you is
clearly,
absurdly,
obvious.

you have this way
of making the world
outside of our bed
completely…disappear—
those pale beautiful
eyes, strong hands,
soft, incredible lips.

(lips that trail like
velvet across untouched
skin, leaving their
ever-present mark.)

and the way you breathe,
the way you move, the curve
of your back against my
fingertips…our bodies
arching together like
the rise and fall of
the
sea.