Still

Where's my love letter?
The feelings that fill my cup to the top and
run over.
Where's the sweet, desperate cry for touch?
A kiss is not enough.
Your beard is scratchy and you hold my face like you hold a child's.
My bottom lip tingles from the fever...blister.

I'm waiting.
Where's my leaping heart?
Where's the tongue swollen with words?
Where's the overwhelming, overarching 'yes please!'?

My heart is quiet.

- Trish