I miss her.

I miss her.

I miss her face

her mouth

lips that drip

like wine

when touched

by mine

with a kiss.

A dream

I seem

I can't

get her

of my mind

I miss her.

I miss her.

I miss her touch

her skin

smooth as silk

like the night

stars that watch

up above

as we love.

I scream

to be

once again

touched

by her

I miss her.

I miss her.

I miss her wit

her smile

eyes that twinkle

like a candle

when lit

with a word

of praise

or a lace.

A gift

I long

to place

on her.

I miss her.

I miss her.

I miss the sound

of her voice

that echoes

like a bird

abound

to heaven

and beyond.

I long

to fly

with her

to sing together

once more.

I miss her.

I miss her.

I wonder

If she misses me.