Did you miss me?
I got busy drawing hands
All those hands: leaders', workers', servants'
And yours the most!
The clouds bothered on some nights, their shapes unpredictable
as your laughter and grin -
I miss your eyes
And those times you couldn't answer my favors, but just look at me
How innocent your gaze!
And your mouth pursed like a moon
And your face glowed like tequila
I adore you.
rose flores rosevoc2
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-november-rush/
