I miss it like the rain
misses the grass
in the cold winter.

I miss it like the
the touch
of a mother
long since passed away.

I miss it more than
color in my paintings,
like images in
my mind.

I miss her unequivocally.

For
at this moment,
I would give every
breath I’ve taken,
every word I’ve spoken,
every dream I’ve dreamt.

For one soft kiss from
her mouth,
one precious touch of
her small hand.

Cause right now,
I’m living on
one last relish,

For today I woke up next to an angel.

An angel
without wings,
or a halo,
or a long white blouse.

My angel had on,
my old worn t-shirt,
one sock,
and half a scrunchy in her hair.

Her eyes opened today,
to see me smiling,
watching her sleep.

I kissed her forehead,
right between her gorgeous eyes,
and she went back to sleep,
peaceful.

Later

I’ll have a chance to tell you
how alluring your laughter is, or
what kind of music I like,
the food I eat,
and the importance of family to me.

Later

We can talk about our issues,
our problems we’re facing.
I like you, but actually…
…oh, it can wait, until

later

It’s all coming to a head now,
we never said anything about
how we felt, what we wanted,
we lived for the moment.
Sounds good at the time,
but it bit us in the ass!

I enjoy hanging out with you,
but I can’t say how I really feel,
cause we always thought we’d work
it out

later.

Well, it’s been “later” now,
for about a week,
no calls, no emails,
no visits.

That day, maybe my head was just
stabbing for ANY words.
Trying to think of a way to
mend what could be the best
thing that ever happened to me
and “later” came out before
I could say,

I will wrap my arms around you,
touching the small of your back,
with my bare hands,
smelling your sweet scent.

I won’t know what to say though.
Perhaps we’ll just say nothing.
Interwoven in arms,
bethinking.

Remembering back when we had
something more tangible.
But now you’re a memory,
only to be visited in my dreams.

It’s let me go a time or two,
lead me in the wrong direction,
or
maybe
it was the right direction,
but the wrong person.

Either way,
it’s done it again.
What I told it not to.
Fallen.

I’d not have assumed
something would go wrong,
it doesn’t always,
maybe
I’m just unlucky in love.

But like I’ve done,
time and time again,
I’ve learned something.
Haven’t I?

Our bodies entangled in a semblance
of desire, hope,
future.

This morning,
a soft smile,
a kiss as you left.

As I lie there,
breathless, like most mornings,
smiling, remembering,
reminiscing.

To give me some space,
So I could breathe.

I’m not a relationship person,
Or maybe I’m scared of one.

For I’ve had them before,
and,
obviously,
they didn’t work out.

So why am I ruining this one?

I could make it work,
but I’m holding something back.

I wish I knew what it was,
cause this one is headed south.

You deserve me times 10,
and I’m only giving you,
one-half of me.

So now that you’re leaving,
I should be happier, yes?

Hands on my stomach,
a bit cold,
but so full of passion.
You’ve fallen in love,

again,

You treat me well,
and respect my friends.
My family (and I) think you’ve
hung the moon.
It’s amazing,
really.
Please don’t stop!

It’s nice having someone again,
like you.
I wish you’d stay closer
sometimes, but I understand.
You’re a little stand-offish,
from your last broken
heart.

I’ll be nice, I promise!
You won’t have any regrets!
I’ll be twice the person,
no, thrice!
Just for you,
but
please, don’t stop.

I think I’ve gone too
far though,
for what you’re giving back!
Uh oh!
I may be in a bit deeper than
what you’re showing,

I can’t stop now though,
because that’s the kind of person I am!
Truely, madly, deeply, adoring,
for you.

I can’t help falling, but
you’re going the other way!
What more can I do?
I bend this way or that just for you,
Leaving, drifting,
begging, crying,
losing.

Please.

Don’t.

I believe it’s something special,
the way your hands can,
maneuver their way around my
body.
As if they’ve always been,
meant to dance on my
skin.

All I ask of you is a chance,
love, support, structure,
in a relationship because
I can’t be hurt again.
The last time
hurt me far too deeply.

Please take care of your hands,
for they carry precious cargo.
Hopes, dreams, thought,
passion, lust,
desire,
love.