I miss how you look at me
and damn,
I sure do miss
looking at you!

the way you move

the things you notice
that I never would
pulls me into your garden

your sweet soothing scent

the way we make love
with no holding back
purges my demons

the way you pause
to frame your thoughts
as you talk
and raise your finger
to those sweet, luscious lips

tickles my heart

and makes me tingle...

love natural and pure
as a baby’s first breath

I always be amazed
I finally found you

Runnells, Iowa ‘20