Missing...you

I miss your knowledge of my body
miss the confidence in your touch
I wish an ocean didn't confirm
the very absence of your touch

I miss things about you
that I never really knew
I wish things about us
that were never really true

the message was 'i thirst'
and i can still feel how it burns
the consolation was our 'likeness'
and i can still feel how it turns

my insides out to think you're headed
back to me again one day
we both agreed it's fate we're bound
to end up in each others arms someway

you're my inevitable
my bound happen
you're my of course you will
but always trapped in

side my skull
inside my vision
of deep and meaningful
obscure decision

how the fuck can I crave your touch when I don't even know who you really are?
how the hell can I miss your presence when I don't even know where to really start?
I want to smell you.  I want to touch you.  want to taste how real you are.  I want to dance with you, get mad at you, have a fight about where who parked the car.  I want to get dirty and real, want to get deep down in our shit.  I want to share the best of the best with you while we laugh ourselves into a fit.

I realize more you're every man
and none I've ever known
you're all the things I hoped
and rarely anything I've shown

fuck, i miss you.