If you were here, I'd kiss
every other inch of your
body so that the missed
inches of skin would cling
and goose bumps would spring.

If you were here,
I'd rip your clothes
off with one look,
and dress you words
from my books.

If you were here,
I'd kiss your neck
very gently but also
passionately,
and I would calmly place
my finger on your words
and trace their outline
until mine
are written on them perfectly.