My Poems

Longing

I saw your face today. 

Should I be embarrassed by how long I stared at it? 

I thought about holding that face; 

the feel of your skin, your bones. 

I thought about your lips on mine, 

as if I could truly feel it. 

I thought about how it would feel, 

your waist between my thighs, 

your chest on mine. 

Oh, how I could die happy suffocating in this way; 

your breath on my neck, your hands in my hair, 

only the electricity between us. 

Oh, how I miss that electricity. 

Oh, how I miss your love.