Missing Pieces
I want the scent of you to linger
on the pillow
long after the warmth of you has faded
from the sheets
Why must I be the one you run to
And she be the one you call home
The soft spot on the inside of my thigh
where you place kisses and your beard tickles me
isn’t enough to keep you rooted inside the core of me
that space you know so well which no one else has ever seen
or had the desire to
How I wish your hand
which so easily traces paths of longing across my skin
could so easily intertwine with mine in the public market
and make a proclamation of your love for me
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 