i miss
Friday, December 19, 2008
the smell of your bare skin.
the tenderness of your touch.
the warmth of your body against mine.
the richness of your voice,
breathing slowly in my ear.
that scratchy goatee
tickles on my shoulders.
that strong hands
running through my hair.
the little things you do,
that you probably didnt notice.
but i did,oh i did.
when you put your hands
at the small of my back,
when you grip my hands tight
crossing that empty streets.
stroking my arms aimlessly
throughout cold busrides.
times you'd still call,
on late stormy nights
entertaining my fantasy stories
talking about nothing
comfort words full of love
when you told me its going to be okay.
when you stay up all night,
even though your eyes wont agree
but you keep fighting it till im asleep.
when you sweep my hair,
from across my face
for that slightest soft touch of the lips
at the top of my head,
which burns till today.
those times when you cared,
times before you changed.
just those precious little moments,
just that very much so.
its been some time,
but each december never fails to bring up the past
i have yet to let go.
i miss you boy,
i really do.
