Missing

I feel her like the ocean feels the moon,
Never to touch, yet joined as lovers are,
Rising and falling, and parting too soon,
I long to call her to me from afar.
With unseen hands and phantom lips she comes,
Her breath is hot and wet against my chest,
She fills the void within my aching arms,
I taste the tang of sweat upon her breast,
I catch a trace of her sweet-scented hair...
Just perfume in the pillows on my bed,
I hug them close and kiss the empty air,
Til morning comes and all my tears have fled.
Without her, I am homeless in my home,
So lonely, and yet never once alone.