Missing You

This body against mine

feels good

but it’s not

your kind of good.

You are sunflower petals strewn across the table,

wind running through my fingers,

orange peel smiles,

tight ribs and cheeks sore from laughing,

dancing in the dark,

a Rumi poem,

fireworks going off in the neighbors backyard,

a bed that never stays made,

the sun on my bare shoulders.

No one is you.