I miss the blue and gold of you.
I miss the flesh and bone of you.
I miss the present moments
stretched into a waking dream with you.
Inside of your circumference
I want nothing but your presence,
and do I dare to mention that I want to breathe your essence?
I so miss the perfect weight of you,
cheek inside of palm and in my head I am debating you.
A hand around my throat says the feeling here is mutual
But here i sit alone, so I guess they're all so mutable.
I miss the naked truth of you,
The good of feeling pain with you
and if you reconsider I will climb up to the moon for you.
The sound of your elation does
Empower my creation
and the Universe I travel is awaiting destination.
