I miss the giddy music in my nerves,
when you run your fingers through my hair.
I miss the playful light in your eyes
when are about to pounce on me.
You lean toward me like a tyrannosaurus
about to ruffle my hair
(but who is also ticklish!),
giggling all along
I miss the way you purse your lips,
like you're about to whistle. . .
when you try on earrings in a mirror,
or when you're upset with me.
I think you'd put me in your purse
Only to look for me a little later
with the tips of your little claws,
because sometimes
you missed me too
