Fig leafs

Tell me
what do you miss?
what you missing the most?
is it me?
is it you?
is it the last thing you post?
what you missing the most?

It’s temporal distortion
when time’s out of space
or is it a spiritual restoration
that shows on your face?

We pretend that we don’t know
when we know that we do.
and at the delta together
you’ll flow into me as I’ll
flow into you.

I’ll tell you
the things that I miss
when the night flickers on in
the lightness of your kiss
when my heart beats to time
and your space
is my space at a pace
that is yours and
matches mine.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.