On Missing

See,
our fingers just
left
their space,
all
entangled
and reaching for
more
sources.
I’m
missing a bit
of our
touch,
the elegance
of it all,
as
our bodies
collide
on purpose
and with intent.
I’m missing
the
taste,
the
fragrance,
and the layering
of
what we give
back
to the Universe,
and
if it gets
too
late,
we always
have
the
option
to simply
exist in our own
beautiful
space.

M.C. Davis

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