SavannahI miss the smell of your skin;
The milk and the honey and the salt and the sweat.
I love the way your lip curls
When some no-account little fool thinks he can invade your space.
I remember the long nights
in the city, watching them watch us,
and the longer nights
feeling your heat wrapped around me in the dark.
I can't think of a single thing
I don't miss about you.