Oct 23
She sleeps in
my arms,
her softness against
my skin,
her warm touch
needling me,
an endless embrace
of summer.
How I miss her
now;
she’s everything—
perfect,
a never-ending
moonlight,
the expanse of
a thousand stars,
an endless garden
in the rain.
It always takes
a while,
and I cannot
stop needing,
for she is
here now,
and I still cannot
believe.
