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 ******* you.
i'm caught-
somewhere between coffee ice cream & stale dinner rolls.