Separation Anxiety

Separation Anxiety

Missing her warmth,

The touch of breath

Upon my cheek.

The surge

Of pleasure

When her lips

Brush my ear.

The whisper of love,

I long to hear.

The movement of air

As she walks by,

Flicking her hair,

With unconscious grace,

A thoughtful look

Upon her face,

As she watches me dress.

What she sees

Is anyone’s guess.

I hanker

For the movement.

The rise and fall,

Of breathing,

As she lies alongside.

That moment, in bed

When I cradle her head.

The smell of morning

On her skin,

As I bend to kiss

Her sleeping lips.

Waiting for her

Takes for ever,

But I would wait

All of my lifetime,

And many more,

For her return.

Please let it be soon,

Let it be soon.