I miss your gel-like flesh
all freckly,
though not spiked like velvet
but soft as it's breezed together;
I miss your touch,
and the thick arms that held
most of me;
we were both bumped yet beautiful
in a bare grasp
with our love, though
I still daydream
all the while
it's been your farewell.
I miss most of you
while we were alone in heat,
alongside our coinciding fixation.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
