missing you…


© photo by michelle bryant

its late at night. im lying here.

wrapped around this pillow, and your memory.

for mere hours ago we made love
at this very spot
and i tasted your kisses,
embraced your touch
and felt your pulse.

the scent of love filled the air
as our bodies became one,
no inhibitions,
no fear, no shame
just true unbridled love.

just us.

as my memory wanders,
my heart aches.

for this pillow is no substitute
for the passion,
the aroma, the intensity
of you.

and so i cry
wishing, wanting, waiting
to be wrapped around you
once more
instead of this damn pillow.

until then,
ill meet you in my dreams.


© michelle bryant

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