It's been too long since I saw your face and
looked into your eyes to find myself.
They trained upon me with a dark intensity
my stomach twitching with a churning unease.
What do you see?
Too long since your cheek pressed mine and
pricked me with the growth of unguarded days.
Waiting for full lips to replace the rough sand paper cheeks
my scalp warm with the rush of fresh blood.
Can you feel it?
Strong smooth arms smelling of citrus and sweetness too long
left alone to wrap in my own weak criss cross embrace
Sensing you behind me resting your chin upon my hair
my nostrils flare reaching for your scent
Will you return?
You make me wait.
Too long.
