When I say I miss you, I mean,
I miss the way I feel when we kiss.
I miss the sight of you in my eyes.
I miss the vision of you in my mind.
My fingertips miss the touch of your skin.
My mouth misses the ruby red of your lips.
Other people can keep all the dandelion seeds,
I don’t need wishes or dreams anymore…
not where I’m headed
Let other lovers lie to each other and themselves,
hiding behind words always left unsaid.
My ears miss our conversation full of strong gentle words:
mostly confessions, musings, and music.
I miss the steady gaze… the care, the love–
your eyes full of starlight stop my breath when you stare…
my hands miss holding the brown and black gold of your hair.
My feet are not cold: when faced with glory or
another short chapter in the story of my life
the only sin would be in not going where God has led them.
Let the ones who have zeroes and commas
on their bottom line enjoy all the riches of this world.
Let those who crave fame have their flames fanned
by the applause of all the hands on the planet.
Let those who hunger for power instead of bread
slowly grow cold with the need for control…
I would rather be loving you instead.
Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University and has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.
My First Blog: http://jbhpoetry.blogspot.com/
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