I miss you. From the rumble inside my gut I miss you. From the wince and gasping ache for your heat, I miss you. From between my tendons, from the twitch of my muscle, from the creak of my aging bones, I miss you. From the soft dark of my hot heart, the steady rise and fall of my chest, my brave ribs hold a trembling.
I miss you, blinded by your absence, annulled by the distance which imitates widowhood. From the wide arc of empty arms. From the indiscernible throb between my legs, from the husk of my late morning sigh. From my hair silvery with untouching, I miss you.
Words echo with intangibility. But my body sends you love letters.
Image: Gregory Colbert