Bodhichitta

While going through all my stuff I found an old poetry book from one of my favorite Austin poets Tanya Keyser.  I haven't seen her in at least two or three years, so this is a tribute to her poetry.

I Miss You
(or rather I miss us.)

I want you here.
not just you.
more so your hands.
arms and elbows wrapped
around me,
tight.
I want your hands in my hair
lips on mine.
I want you
to play on me
like you do your guitar.
fingers stroking neck,
body held gently.
I want you here.
more so your hands,
entwined in mine.
arms, elbows, wrapped.
around me.
torso held.
heart,
holdingon.
tight.