Be Soft

I miss you. The touch of your fingers, the warmth of your body, your mouth that I kissed, your taste that I savoured,    not your lips whispering in the dark to me,    not your eyes filled with love looking at me. I miss you. Just not you; your body. How can I miss the words whispered in love,    when you never really talked to me, how can I miss the tenderness in your eyes,     when you never really looked at me. When it never existed. When it was only ever physical contact. because nobody loved me    without moving against my body,    without their bodies hot and hungry,    without their eyes fixed on something beyond me,    without waiting for me to touch and tell them I love you. I miss it.