What I Miss...
What I MissHis eyes,
shining
when they catch
my gaze,
ever present
upon him;
The love
in his voice
when he laughs
at my ongoing
antics,
designed
to make him
certain
happiness has,
at last,
found him;
The feeling
of his heart
hammering
in my own chest
as we hold each other
even in rest;
His hands
in my hair;
The scent of him
on the sheets,
weeping
from the hamper,
everywhere…
The sound
of my name
upon his lips;
His chest
against my back,
legs tangled
with mine,
while we sleep,
or at least
I try—
too enamoured
to miss
a single
blessed moment
of gazing
upon his sweet visage,
or the chance
to steal
"just
one
more
kiss".
An Faolchu Gaelach
The Irish Wolf
May 2, 2013
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