I miss your eyes,
When they don't look,
My way.
I miss your sighs,
When,
They are wasted,
On the wind.
I miss your caress,
When it takes,
Too long,
To come.
I miss you mouth,
When no words,
proceed from it.
And I miss your lips,
Be they red,
Or be they pink.
When they are engaged,
In other pursuits,
And not caressing mine.
5/23/11 Alton Texas
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