the moment
i leave your arms
i start missing you
(actually it begins
before our fingers
completely separate
my lips still on fire
from your last kiss
my skirt
still slightly askew
the heat of your touch
still burning my skin
and wetness still dripping
down my leg)
and though it hits me
as if my legs
are in a desperate search
for oxygen
i do not
feel empty
when we part
but rather whole
but never full
as you know
i can never get
enough of you

October 17, 2015