Reminds me of you.
I sit.
Reflect.
Stare.
Dream.
The sky.
I watch the stars and think of little cable cars.
A movie scene.
Holding your hand.
Climbing the hills of the city.
Trying to get closer to the sky.
Trying to be closer to you.
So.
I wait for you.
Here.
While you are there.
So far away.
My eyes prickle with tears that do not fall.
My heart aches with yearning, longing, wistful wanting.
To hear your voice in my ear on the phone.
My ear aches for your breath to be there against it.
Instead of pressed to the machine carrying your voice.
Through the airways I hear you and long to wrap myself around you.
I miss you.
Oh.
I do.
So much.
Very.
Very.
Very.
Listen, can you hear it, the music, we dance slowly to.
And the afterglow of your
Last kiss on my mouth.
Which flutters awake and brushes me tender.
I need your kisses.
I need them so.
Counting down the minutes and moments until I am in your embrace again.
My face flushed with unbearable heat when I was cold today.
Thinking of you.
Then hearing your voice, husky and warm filled with its own kind of longing.
I still shudder thinking of how we came together.
That we are still together.
That I get to be with you, just not as soon as I want to be, right now.
Soon you say.
Though.
It.
Is.
Not.
Soon enough.
Never soon enough.
Until you are here and I am smashed with your love.
And when I think of us.
I am in awe.
That this all came about.
You and I.
Some divine design.
Sacred and profound.
Lustful and chemical.
Chimerical.
I could never have imagined this.
Us.
Together.
Though apart.
For the moment.
Thus.
I swear, with all the softness of a dreamy mouth, to keep you close.
Though you are afar.
You are right here.
Ensconced.
In my heart.
At least this is what I tell myself.
While I watch the moon.
Drifting through the avocado tree.
Auntiebubba 