things I miss

I want something
imperfect

messy broken
and lovely at the core
something sweet and intricate
twisted
confusing
difficult
powerful

the moon reflects in every shiny surface
the music reaches everywhere, everyone
somehow
even when you barely realize

I long for freckles to caress
crows feet to kiss
slightly crooked teeth and a twice broken nose
I even long for being
momentarily ignored
for something
online

I miss someone getting my water
two feet from me,
three feet from him

what is it that I can do to shorten time?
to lengthen it, backwards?
to show the world my pain
while still walking in power?

I bite my lips
till the iron taste of blood
tickles the tips of my tongue
flavors the tightness between my teeth
when what I want
what I want
ha!  well, what I want would fill pages of books and books and years and lifetimes

for now
suffice it to say
I miss freckles for caressing
and crows feet for kissing
a twice broken nose
nuzzling mine...