Poem: Sometimes I Miss You

Sometimes I miss you
and I go out to the wild.
There I caress the grass
as your fingers would,
before lying on my back
to swallow the hot sun.
First, it burns in the mouth
then the chest and the belly,
before setting where I miss
you, between the thighs.

Then comes the moon
winking and smiling at
the sacredness in view.
Knowing it’s not over
until the stars have had
a chance to be eaten too.
I pant in anticipation of
a constellation birth⁠ — 
the peaking maiden, and
the sky ejaculates clouds.

* First published by ILLUMINATION, a publication on Medium.

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