It's moments like this-

That I miss you;

Not the sharp
Painful
Side biting
Aching miss-

The soft, sweet,
Warm tasting
Miss-
Like
Honey
On my lips-
Sun kissing me
Right on the mouth,
Type of missing...

That tastes sweet,
Like nectar

Where I could wrap up
In your memory,
Like it's a warm blanket

Holding me on the porch swing

Under August stars.

The way that
Doesn't deteriorate Me,

Or bite;

Or sting-

The way that
Sinks into my skin
Like the sweetest bits of rain;

And I am soaked with you-

The only thing I want to
Be covered in-

Your memory,
Right here

In this moment...