I am wildly and aggressively mad
ravenous and foaming at the lips
with this love that has sent my spine spiraling
through ice and salt like this
this love that has made me so hungry
so thirsty, I can never get enough
love that floats through my dreams and
carries me into the morning with sleep in my eyes
and the thought of you in my brain
love that never tires me of writing fond poetry
tender prose, passionate thoughts
When my mind feels lost
it runs towards you
all of the memories from April onward.
I lay in bed, on quilt, stare at tile
count down minutes until I get to see you once more
listen to piano ballads in F minor to soothe my veins
to soothe my heart
to soothe my lips
I miss you to the moon and all that is beyond that, my dear.
I miss your hands that magically cure any ache
any sorrow, any worry.
I miss how your hair feels in my hands
eyes shut, breathing soft
I miss your mischievous grin
the way you whisper I love you
your eyes after a shower
how our knuckles will never know each other
in the ways our mouths do.
There is no equivalent joy
that equates to my desire for you.
So often, I am at a loss for words
How do I express how far down the well I’ve fallen
express how each night in bed, I leave room for you, just in case
how sometimes I pray that the distance gets smaller
close in thought and heart constantly
counting down the minutes until I see you once more
I miss you to the moon, and all that is beyond that, my dear.