Six yesterdays have been retired since we last saw eachother. But Today my love, these nomadic hands of mine will travel through the miniature empire of your body, for they have been yearning from feeling you. These fingers will take pleasure in swimming in the river of your hair as they rejuvenate from the drought of your absence. My head shall rest upon your mountains, as my ears find solace in the whispers of your heart. My eyes have starved for your radiant image and your universal eyes. And my parched mouth hungers in wait for its voyage, kiss by kiss into the sweetness of your lips. Your scent lingers here, in me.....it always will...