I Miss... Poem by James Tincher

I miss the touch
from a woman.
The chills it used
to send through
my body.

The anticipation of
A gentle touch.
The softness of her
lips to mine.

To close my eyes
and know when she
enters the room.

Her scent fills
the air and sends
my senses into a
rage of want.

The warmth of love
and healing the soul
like the sun.

The calm and fullness
of the moon.

All together these
are... These emotions
and feelings bundled
and released like a
broken dam.

All this is and will
be because of a simple
feeling of emptiness.

I miss it so...
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'April 22,2014'