goodmorning beautiful,
how I wish I woke this morning.

I fell for your gold-haloed eyes
and soft body you held through
while you're still not here
I feel stood waiting for you.

how long do I await your message
to appear out of thin air
to confess your love, that you knew you had
but not quite enough to spare.

allowing time to be read wrong 
has not been a go to recipe.
I saw the way your tongue tipped
the water, at the brink of my 
shy shovelled ecstasy.

Blemished sweat, inducing a puddle,
a high tide of fractured scorn,
seething from my eyes to yours,
while our love had been outworn.

I miss your laugh, or your holding me in,
The way you’d brush past my lodgings,
so your gaze stayed focused.

but please don't message,
no matter how much i urge.
our magnetic-ful tension
should stay where it belongs,
in some other world.