Strindberg Project

I kiss a ghost every morning

By Amélie Derveloy

I miss your heat
your snoring
the smell of your feet.

I miss your arm
that every morning was breaking my neck
but keeping me warm

I miss your eyes
I miss your cheeks
I miss your mind, your voice,
your hand caressing my back
while you are talking to someone else

I miss your nose when you put it
close to your mouth
I miss your curly hair
I miss you with or without a beard

I miss your hand on my face
everyday when i wake up and go to bed

i miss you and
will always miss you.

Translate This Text To:

37 0 4 0 30
Read 24831 Times - Genre: Novel
Published: December 1, 2010, 1:10 pm