you are not gone...

you are not gone - but there -

you are there - with me in the morning sun that kisses my cheeks
and every night when ambient gold moonbeams cradle me in the dark

you are with me in the billowy clouds brushing cross their azure canvas leaving behind your face
and when the heavens drip their liquid caresses upon my shoulders

you are with me in the winds of time sweeping through the mountainous terrains of love’s memories
and in the gentlest breeze softly wrapping itself round me on a summer’s eve

you are with me in the torrid heat of a sultry summer day
and in the coldest winter night when i yearn for the warmth of your touch

you are with me in the sticky sweet nectar of a strawberry dribbling down my chin onto my breasts
and in all the sleepless nights when my hunger cannot be satiated

you are here - with me in the sensual churning waters lapping their way onto the shores of my soul
and in the rhymic push and pull of desire’s deepest tides

you are not gone - but here-

with
me