Even if we have to dream the rest of our lives, there are parts of love that will always be a yearn until the dream awakens you again.

			What I Miss About Love I miss the spooning in bed. The way you back into me and nestle, so snug. I sense each movement with the heat it brings. It's your caresses, your fingers. Weaving without thought. I miss this comfort. I miss the tickle of your new beard at daybreak. I miss nesting in the cradle of your neck. Gone... the softness of flesh. The moan of a slow dance. I miss the way you slide next to me on Sunday. The cadence of showers that build with our passions. I need the smile you hide on the other side of the newspaper. I want to reach for your palm and study it. Remember the finger to my lips? A sketch of your lifeline with my moistness? I miss the cool trespass of air as you gently raise the sheets. Your approach as your shadow covers me in sleep and ... Your tip-toe upon my flesh. Yes! I miss it all. Author: Susan K. Rowse