Back.

Brush the hair from my eyes,
Crush the yellow petals under your fair toes,
Come back to me my love.
Let me lay myself on you tonight.
The air is scented with your breath and I wish to feel your mouth on mine again.
Come back to me my love.
The rains are annoyed because you betrayed them too-
their wetness means nothing without a bit of you
melted in each drop of their sweetness
that I allow to trickle down my lonely breasts.
Come back to me because
the first time in a long time
I miss someone.
Let this feeling not go in vain.
(Too many loves have turned to pain).
Come back to me my love
and let me rest my head on your bare shoulder-
caressing your moist palms with my fingertips in small circles.
Round and round and round.
Come back to me
 before I forget the way
your eyes looked at me the day
you let me kiss your virgin skin.
Come back
before I learn to be stronger without you
my love.