I Miss
I miss
wading in ponds
and the feeling of power
when slicing a canoe oar through
anything with true current.
I miss
my incredible strength
and wrapping my legs
around your back –
so hard, so hungry,
I was afraid
I would break it –
the grip of a muscle
so unrelenting
it would put any beast’s jaws to shame.
I miss
being able to give you
little useless bits and pieces,
scraps of paper
so meaningful and yet so ridiculous
they seemed to reek.
I miss
you rushing onto the porch
so that I would be the first to hear your secrets,
and you,
always the first to greet me,
running towards me
as is if there was a race
to see who could reach me first.
I miss
melting.
Your arms were so hot –
my every pore and nerve ending
soaked with a heat that
turned everything in its path
to molten-golden lava-like liquid
emotion,
interference.
All these things,
all this
and so much more,
I revisit,
explore each day,
take from it what I will.
All this and
so much more,
I miss.
I want.
copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews
