Since then…

I miss the feeling
of you next to me
gesturing
just as we
begin to play destiny
seeking to deeper our desires,
desperately
deciphering deities through dialogue,
coming together separately,
wrestling
testing the limits of our bodies,
sexually,
innocent actions,
done professionally
referencing experience,
through ecstasy
I miss your recipe
the way you make me feel,
especially
the way you serve me,
specifically
I miss that attention,
definitely
the times that you made it okay
by questioning
whether or not I was okay
with everything
supporting affectionately,
effectively
I miss making you smile,
my specialty,
and we did it naturally,
actually.

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers