You In All Your Wonder.

I miss you.
I miss your face and all it's features
that I was beginning to know so well
from those nights when I'd lie there next to you and trace my fingers over your cheeks
your chin
your nose
your forehead.
I miss your eyes that looked so fiercely and yet so gently into mine
that I was numb 
with a thrilling kind of fear and anticipation and awe
all at once. And I couldn't look away.
And you would say,
"What are you looking at?"
And all I could say was,
"You."
in all your wonder
and all that you are.
I miss your hands
that have a strange power to do such incredible things to me
and you don't even try.
You hold my hand in yours
and there is nothing in the world that could pull me away from you.
You run your fingers through my hair
and I am a child again- a little girl
so inexplicably comfortable in your arms
that you wouldn't even understand.
I miss your chest that made the perfect pillow
every time.
And I was never as cold as I usually am
with your warmth under me
and your heartbeat singing me to sleep.
So quietly
and so surely.