If ever you think
that I could miss you more,
this, you should know.

You are the shape of my lips
facing always side up
the weight of my thoughts
leaning heavy to your side.

You are the line of my back
as the strength that it holds
the warmth in my skin
and density of my bones.

You are the coffee I drink
never cold, always black
the caress on my cheek
that stays when you leave.

You are the tone of my voice
when it calls out your name
you are the yearn in my body
when it needs your embrace.

You’re the look on my face
the very change in my eyes
when the touch of your love
reaches deep and remains.

You are the man I adore
my companion of dreams
and of course that you are
*you are the height of my shriek.