Your song

When I say "I miss you," I mean
I am a horse lost on the plains
blindly chasing the cool river
of your body

I mean your voice fades to
a faint breeze on my face
your eyes recede as the wide
Iowa fields of my dreams

I mean honeysuckle has lost
the taste of your mouth
the salty soil is less than your wild sweat
on my tongue

I mean rain is poorer
without your kisses
the moon hides in cruel clouds
the memory of your touch is a song
I must hear over and over