Three Missed Calls; and You Were Gone

I remember sweat, and sticky water, Our bodies pressed in deafening sound, Your hair a perfect frame, To what we screamed, but only mouthed. Pure strangers laughing ecstasy, Eyes met by future friends, You became my bosom-rebel, As we made each other’s ends. I’d sew the details, to your dresses, Bite wear into your clothes, You were the symmetry of person, The confidant I’d never known. I remember fingertips, and lipstick, A roughness to our softened skin, The smile you used to give me, And how neither would give in. The way you used to kiss me, And pull my bottom lip, How only you could say it, And it bitterly was missed. To my baby, of a million words, The kind a vigilante sends, Until those three bipolar tears, I loved you to the end.