My-hand

My hands keep reaching out for you
The feel of your leg pressed against me and your feet tangled up in mine;
I can still feel you,
All of you even though you are far away.
This missing you should be prolonged,
I have had six days straight to soak up your sunlight
To revel in the glow of us.
You taste of forever
You whose smiles could melt ice caps
Who comes with the sweetest touch,
Butterfly lips against my skin
Softly stroking fingers buried in my hair.
I crave you, crave us, crave we together burning bright.
This need is never satiated,
Only grows stronger the more we are together,
The more we grow as a pair.
It leaves my soul calling out for you
In these moments of quiet
When my heart whispers over and over
“There’s no place like home”
Hoping with every triplet of beats
To be brought back to where you are.

© Courtney Turley 2016