Today

I’m craving
you.
Not the large
buffet you, with
unlimited
options. The quiet
you, the beans
on toast and black
coffee you.

The feeling as you stroke
my fingers. Your
breathing, rhythmic and
clear.
The closeness of your
skin. The way
your eyes crinkle
when you laugh.

The smokiness of your voice
when you hold
a cigarette. Your
laugh, easy and
abundant.