Lips

I miss your lips

quirked into a smile 

as I watch them pour your passions

into the air

with my head on your chest

I miss your lips

pressed together

as you look at me

vibrating as you ask

“hmm?”

I miss your lips

slightly parted

as you breathe easy

while you sleep

just before I wake you up.

I miss your lips

against my skin

as you kiss away

all the things

that cloud my thoughts.

I miss your lips

pressed against mine

stealing, surprising, 

or totally planned

and always just for my lips

I miss your lips

how they understand

when I need them

before I even do.

And how they save me

with every touch.