Missed

To hear your voice in open air,

My ears would drink in every note,

Savor each tone and peak,

Each melodic one of them,

A string concerto of its own.

If just once, I could taste your perfect lips,

I would study every honeyed, liquid drop,

Each whisper of sugar, every trace of heat,

Lose myself within your breathless kiss,

Headless of the spinning world,

Captured, as time but for its meddling ticks

And silent tocks, all but stops.

To purely see you, my muse,

With nothing set by man between us,

And to lay my eyes searchingly upon you,

Learning every perfection of your flesh,

To that end I would barter my every talent,

Wager my meager all, Forfeit the remnant of me,

And offer the best of me up to God.

For but a passing glance of you in,

The gold of natural light,

Even stake these starving eyes of mine,

And for this glimpse,

In a blinded duel to certain death,

Cast my hopelessly committed lot,

Contentedly trading my sated final breath.

If once I could inhale you,

I would breathe you deep into my soul,

Drown my conscious in your scent,

Until that sense has become my whole.

To hold you in my arms,

And know your tender, warm embrace,

My heart trembling in rhythm,

with the timbre of your own,

Filling every calming, yet hastened beat,

Amid its lovely, hushing pace,

Our souls panting in perfect unison,

Not one pound going to waste,

Wrapping you in my arms completely,

Not even a pinhole of light between us,

All space in time erased.