Being In Love by Tao Writer

I miss being in love,
that sacred Logos
between a woman and a man,
a goddess and a god,
between two souls unmasked.
I miss the smile on my lover’s face
when she sees me.
The joy of my heart
 in return.
Our first touch each day.

I miss being in love,
waking up in the
embrace of another beautiful day with
no attention given to the weather.
I miss wishing you goodnight
 your body softens
into the fold of my arm,
our last kiss,
before moving into dreams.