The times I miss you most
Come when the ocean shimmers in twilight hues,
Come with the memory of a kiss
Placed just above the contour of my breast
The times I miss you most
Come with the gentle sounds of Miles Davis
Drifting on the glow of a waning sun,
Come when your head rests in the softness of my belly
My arms surrounding you with love
The times I miss you most
Find you dozing in a warm Caribbean breeze,
The salt of the sea spraying like sugar on your lips
And you, flowing like passion in the wake of a furtive wave
The times I miss you most
Come with Lovers Rock and Appleton
Come with jasmine spice on a cool Malibu night
Come when I feel totally alive…
Because Baby,
The times I miss you most, are truly all the times.
©2015 Marie Kellier
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