08 January 2006

You are away.

My light and morning star.
My gasping breath in pleasure and happiness.
My tender warm heart of love.
My ever quiet calming smile

You.

With curled dark brown locks
With small ever searching hands
With smooth skin on hand and cheek
With freckled moist white skin

You.

hands search the seat beside me
skin suffers your absence
nostrils scan the air for a whiff
my soul searches
my eyes see the emptiness of a lonely home
but my mind sees

You.

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