Wish You Were Here
can you feel these words?
sliding down the back of
your neck,
soft and warm as my
breath.
let them stroke your
shoulders
massage your aching back
with the incense of
passion…
believe that these words
are my lips kissing
yours….
as you mouth each
syllable
to yourself.
Touch this page, my
cheek,
wet with ink, blotting
the tears
with which I write.
Keep me safe, hold me
close
to your heart in the
pocket of your soul
feel these words, they're
mine
let them be yours
I Love you.