i found a new word
to describe how i feel
abt yr body,
pressed up against mine.
(you make me feel
like i am starving.)
i almost
feel embarassed saying it,
admitting that
i miss yr body,
miss intently staring
into yr eyes, searching for a pattern
of freckles
similar to the ones scattered
across yr back.
i miss yr curled fingers
tugging at my hair,
keeping time with yr
surprised moans and giggles
(a funny dialogue on
the sharpness of my teeth.)
the word "miss" is strange.
it's gone
before you even get the vowel out.
i remember the night i told you
that i missed you,
& you laughed because
you were still curled up
next to me. i hope
you now understand
what i meant;
you were gone
before i even got to savor you,
before i had a chance
to get used to the taste
of you
heavy on my tongue.
now that you're gone,
i spend my nights
rummaging in the kitchen,
trying to find a texture
that reminds me of
fucking you.
i'm caught-
somewhere
between
coffee ice cream &
stale
dinner rolls.