Time Wasted

I close my eyes. I enter my mind. the fire , ice , grass, and wind cradle all thats inside. What lies ahead, where do you lay in my hardest days. I pray that nights turn to days.. when you are away. our sun is better company than our moon. I starve to press my lips on your skin... I remember the crisscross gardens...Your dress of flowers.. your head of flowers.. your kisses that shower..me..Endlessly. I regret every moment left to me that I did not spend hungrily tasting every single part of you that the public would allow. What if I never set eyes on your precious head, never see my lips disappear on the top of your head.