i am listening to the poetry talk
my mind drifts to your kiss marked at my neck

i am walking through the creek’s strong currents
my legs are bare and intertwined with yours

i am sunbathing by the pool
warmth like your breath kisses between my thighs

i am clasping at my sheets
they are your hands, tender and fluttery

i am letting my fingers drift amongst rocks
they are your ears, moldable and kissable

i am talking to my friends: the oaks, maples and pines
but i wish they were you, for you’re quite nice to talk to

i am writing this note, might you send one back?