So I miss you in the spaces Where your hands go The between times In our sleeping Where maybe we aren't even touching But I can feel you Hear your breathing In the spaces in between Sweetening my blood Flowing thick Like mesquite honey Hummingbirds in my stomach hovering And drinking their fill
And I'm enough for something Sustenance for something Other than me Enough for someone Who sees my betweens And puts his hands Where they need to be Warms them On my belly full of flowering mesquite Nectar for the humminbirds And bees