oh wow a new beginning

air escapes me as I
breathe out and imagine
how pictures fall from
my eyes

tears turning into dust
and the night jumps
backward in time through
dreams and cement walls
block forward movement

but

oh how I miss the sweet tilt
of your head and that
soft subtle smile that so
easily formed whenever
we were near

and

oh how I miss the
way the light dances
and twinkles in your
eyes when you laugh
and that oh so erotic

smile

but most of all I miss

the sweet tender smell
of your skin beneath
my tender lips as we'd
caress and love
deep into the night

(c) August 31, 2002, Steven H. Lee