Dear Diary of Martin X - 31/08/2016

I miss your hair and your lips. 

The soft rustle of your breasts 

and the arm of Orion in your smile. 

I miss your disheveled intercourse, 

your searing deliberations 

and the open flower of your solitary gaze. 

I miss the movement of your cheeks, 

the illusion that I can see your heartbeat 

under the thinly woven skin of your dress. 

I miss your feet and how I want to play footsie with them, 

I miss watching you wander nonchalant 

through the street like a statue without a plinth 

like a siren on holiday 

like a demon at tea time 

like the shadow of the poem you escaped and ran away from. 

I miss your aroma which pervades my senses, 

I miss the intimate refraction of reticence between our awkward chuckles 

and I miss the sound of your voice

which enters into my body and reverberates with my blood beats. 

I miss you sight and sound and smell. 

I miss you body and soul and wake.

I miss your reflection in my glass, 

I miss your breath in my nostrils 

I miss your smoke and your defiance 

the shape of your stance 

and the suggestion of your frequency - 

you're like a radio wave who goes right through me 

leaving music in my eyes as you swallow-part and fly.

 I miss your touch, your colour, your arms, 

your knees. 

I miss the rhythm of your transience 

the looseness of your posture 

the glimpse of your tongue 

and the demureness of your freckles. 

I miss you. I wish I could see you. 

You make me happy. 

I want to touch you and breathe you 

and taste you and feel you. 

Thank you for your being thank you for your play. 

I'm with you in spirit every minute every hour, 

I want to be with you on the bus and in the woods 

and on the road and in the shower. 

Send me projections a picture of your plaster. 

You are the breeze, you blow through my clothes. 

You are the rain.

You trickle down the back of my neck. 

You are the essence of the muse 

and the image of the Rose 

You are the scent - I am the blind

You are the Damaclean sword

I can't get out of my mind.

Sent from my iPhone