I miss you.
I miss the inky blackness, the abraisive smell of beer, the rough tips of your fingers
I miss your rich, thick handfuls of hair, your slim dark body.
Your muscular back, the low slope of your nose, your breathtakingly beautiful eyes
Your thick lips
The almost unlikely native
Your body curled in the beachgrass
You handle me, my body as if I were a feather
Make the worst decisions
Hold my face in your hands so hard I want to cry out
The music stops, the crowd fades away and we are facing each other
A moment of chance
The hood under me buckles
A muffler in the night
A baby cries, and you are gone.