{Poetry} The Next Best Thing

I feel the wind flick my hair across my cheek
In place of your fingertips, sliding it back in its place

Instead of your soft lips pressed against mine,
I feel the firm press of glass that wraps around my wine

Your sultry whispers hardly replaced
by the intoxicating songs of summer birds
And the rolls of thunder in lieu of your gorgeous laughter

I inhale deeply the earthy scent of coming rain
And imagine you again taking my breath away

I imagine your feet against mine, legs intertwined,
As I press my body against the earth to feel all of its strength

Craving your hands making lazy turns across my curves-
I settle for the breeze dancing slowly down my spine
The rain falling on me like the kisses you sprinkled over my skin

Unable to make love with you
I make love to my whole world instead

A far cry second
Next best thing

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