In the Silence Between Love Songs I miss your body sliding over mine sleek as lightning with your hips tilted a little toward delirium. I miss the hint of dawn in your fingernails and the dwindling moonlight of your hair. I miss the arching of your long back smooth as a snow heron’s neck feathers and your upturned legs kicking at the ceiling when I slip my tongue inside you. I miss your blue eyes where I lost the sea and your broad shoulders pressed against my back while I dreamed. But I miss you most in the silence between love songs. Kisses I want to explore your entire body with kisses, kisses thirsty as light, kisses that open the wind. And I want my lips to excite your shivering body with an insatiable delirium that invites more kisses, kisses brief as a smile passing through lightning, kisses reaching inside you deeper than silence, breathless kisses that leave your lips still moist w...