Echoes

oh, but to see your features once again
to gently brush my hand against your cheek
to have you look up suddenly and then
to kiss you on the mouth -- my knees grow weak
from just the thought of having you be near
imagining you'll walk right through that door
throw off your heels or slippers, I'll say "here"
and watch you as your dress falls to the floor
remembering your lips as I wake up
and kissing you so softly on the nose
our secret names, no, not my Buttercup
my Jezebel, still with me when I doze

the universe, indifferent, took you first
the house is full of echoes, and I thirst

Author notes: Shakespearean sonnet