I miss your skin (personal)

and all the rest

of you, disheveled

wind in your hair

greying, your eyes

blue to my blue

I miss your skin

tan against my freckles

then whiter than

all the clouds

where birds fly

I miss your ears

deafened by music and

smoking and genetics

you listening to me

you asking the time

I miss your scars

your wrinkles

your hands your feet

forever this lasts

I miss your skin

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