Tu me manques  

My lover, walks beneath a cerulean sky, a sky so beautiful that it reflects exquisite sorrow. I envy its azure depths, the way it casts itself above him from so far away. I am left alone, small and trembling, and I cry when the rain kisses his skin.

Our nexus is a lavish shower, a chrystaline dream of my feldagrau heart and when my lover lifts his face to the heavens, may he taste it on his appetent lips, his voracious dacryphilia sated by my lament.

He is a man of blue shadow with the moon on his shoulder and when he came to me in my darkness, he filled my heart with stardust and hope. We dance in the silver light, celestial bodies close and warm, but with morning's first blush, nighttide recedes and my lover slips away once again.

I do not miss you, I whisper, I do not -
you..
are missing from me.