Kiss Me

It occurs to meon this slow settling morning,stepping outside to witness new light,thatI haven’t kissed you yet.The bed was cold without you...here...last nightas I stretched out the branches of meto find vacancywhile tugging your pillowunder my breasts,inhaling the scent of your smiles,and dreaming of you knotted into me.I miss inches of yougathered in layers of blanketsfighting unconsciously for warmth.I tumbled over my feet,entering the house,returning to that place of realitywhen the phone rings,your photo greets mewith mesmerizing words,“Good morning, beautiful…I am waiting for you to kiss me tonight.” for my love, MJP