Dear Ms. Poetry

It is not that I am complaining But you have been gone too long This long distance relationship Is killing me I miss your presence As you held my hand And dipped my mind in ecstasy I miss that moment When you held me still Inside the palm of your heart I miss wallowing in your sweet nectar And waking up in your eyes I cannot go for this long Without tasting your lips You are my caramel ice cream And my taste buds yearns for you Your fragrance Is stuck inside my mind And I cannot stop thinking of you Your warmth is my comfort Yours in Love, Kenneth Maswabi