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Amy Soppet

Sometimes

I sometimes miss you in a
heavy way
that pours a measure of regret into
the air
thick like the ozone scent of thunderclouds
bright

to desire from afar
to covet in solitary moments
makes all the more beloved
our realities

the memory of you
your sighs and responses
the rareness of your smile
the restraint of your posture
your gaze
they build upon me at
unguarded hours
and press upon my heart
the imprint left behind a fertile place
for dreams
to drink my pleasure