Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Miss You

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
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