In November Rush

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.

/rosevoc2 on write me

also on poemhunter.com

very first draft 11.07.12