Missing you

first blush of snow

fell this morning 

 - the color of sadness

   is white -

bereft of sweat, and 

memories of your hands  

rough as brown soil

trailing my inner thighs

your soft lips

opening the core of me

stains the bed sheets

stormy sea and darkest sky

- the taste of black tea 

  is spicy - 

devoid of secrets-

the room becomes just another room 

white walls, full of unopened boxes 
cabinet shelves, bare of cutlery   

but aches - sealed tight in jars  
and papers - inked by echoes  

of your words, slow gentle rain

on my face, canvas of longing

- without you, 

  all seasons are the same -

Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Missing You -
Hosted by Stuart McPherson

I am happy to be on-line and devoting more time to writing ~ 

Thanks for the visit ~  









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