Midnight Clarity (Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)

I've never met you
yet I miss you,
miss the feel, the touch
the sense of you;
your gentle fingers
on my cheek,
strong hands to guide
me through the dance,
a subtle smile that says
I see you,
in your eyes, on lips
that whisper
sweet forevers in my ear
and I need you, soft
against my throat
I miss the sound
of laughter, night time snuffle
as you sleep, an arm across
my waist a safety net against
the dark, replacing night lights,
I've never met you
yet I miss you
miss the wit, the fire
the sense of you;
the you that may be part
of my tomorrows.