Do you miss it?
Do you miss the mingling sweat of our palms?
Do you look fondly upon those nights spent swooning, philosophizing, fucking?
Do you miss the way I moaned when your body met mine?
Do you get chills when you remember how I writhed in your firm hands?
Do you think of carnations the same way without me?
Do you feel like your bed is empty?
Do you agonize over me?
Do you regret ever allowing anger to poison our love?
Do you stroke yourself to my image because that's the only one stamped on your mind?
I wish you felt the way I feel, cried the way I cry.
I miss you.
I miss it.
VOUS LISEZ
Aphrodite
Poésie"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard: the holy or the broken, 'Hallelujah.'"- Leonard Cohen The poems in this series center on two characters: I, the speaker, and You, the speaker's subject. I is not a specific...
