Monday, November 26, 2012


I touch your picture
     And fingers remember the rough stubble of your face.

I close my eyes
     And I breathe deeply, catching your scent on the breeze.

I lick my lips
     And taste you again, salty and sweet on my tongue.

I wander into thought
   And you are here with me, holding me tight against your chest.

And for a moment,

I am happy.

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