One more bite? (poetry)

I miss the feel of your skin against mine

The way you used to whisper my name

When we were fucking

I miss the sounds you would make

When I was touching you

Or when you were inside me

And I miss the filthy text conversation

Always a promise of things to come

Made me smile through the day, the perfect foreplay

I miss the conversations we used to share

Intellect against intellect

A different type of stimulation altogether...

I remember when you told me

You couldn’t be with me that way anymore

And I don’t miss the way that made me feel

You showed me the respect of explaining why

Wrong time, space, and place

I understood intellectually, emotionally, that took longer

I know you weren’t just making excuses

And you weren’t just fucking me around

I believe you that it wasn’t because I was faulty or deficient

What we shared was not just about that anyway

But it was part of it

And now it’s all different

There’s a wall, which I know has to be there

A carefully regulated distance must be kept at all times

Not just physically, emotionally too

And I miss sharing that intimacy with you

On all levels

I miss knowing you want to let me near you

And even now, when I see you

It still sometimes feels

As if you’re this huge carrot dangling in front of me

I don’t usually like carrots

But sometimes I wish

I could take one more bite of you

Judi Reed, 2012