4/27:
your fingers still trace circles
on my hipbones. i feel them
every time i move. i want
your mouth on my skin,
your words on the tip of my eardrum.
i miss you. i see you every day.

5/4:
your touch fades away with
every shower i take. grime
takes its place. i pray
for you to wash it away.

this isn't funny anymore.

5/11:
i crave you in every move
i make. i crave nothing more
than i crave you. i crave
my nose in your neck, i crave
the way your voice cradles my name.

i crave nothing more than i crave you.