Monday, September 20, 2010

Come Home

Laying here in bed yet another night,

Dreaming innocently of how your skin felt against mine,

How you seemed weightless, how you were weightless.

I remember the elegance with which you laughed,

With which you talked, and walked, and kissed me late at night.

Oh how I can still smell your perfume on my pillows,

How it won’t wash away, my love, no matter how often I wash them…

The crimson of my sheets and the whiteness of your skin, my favorite colors!

I can close my eyes and see the shades of your gorgeous blonde hair…

How it tickled my skin and how it filled me with its very smell…

Your skin, a little tanned, the Californian sun getting to you, quickly,

Still so white, too white, my white!

I can pin point the bite marks I left on you, the ones you returned,

Weeks after they healed, months even I can find them, feel them…

Oh my dear angel, how your thoughts have hurt me,

How your actions burned me and how your words have held me.

I must look at my phone and re-live the conversations,

The pleasure your words brought me…

The warmth of your breath and the soft choice of words in which you wrapped me in.

Oh how I hate the distance between us, how I must wait,

How I must cherish each message, each I love you… each smile.

Missing wrapping my arms around you,

Missing the cuddle time we set aside in the morning…

Missing the late nights and the early sunset of summer.

-sigh- oh dear angel I wish you could see me now,

The long fingertips of my right arm tracing the place where you used to sleep…

I can see you here, I can almost taste you…

I miss the way I could pick you up…

How I could carry you and lay you on my bed…

How you would laugh each time you landed face up, looking at me…

How your eyes smiled at mine and wondered about something we’d always want…

Babe, I can hear your laugh…

I can remember the red, velvet collar that kept you mine…

Remembering the matching, black, collar for me…

Such a couple… such friends…

How I cannot wait to kiss you again…

To feel your weightless body over mine…

Oh how I cannot wait for you to return home!

Love, D.

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