by Jennifer Jacquet

Created on: January 21, 2009

Lines of fire traced across my skin
Exquisite pain
Your touch
Your fingertips
Your lips
My bare skin on yours
Holding, holding,
Too close, but yet not close enough
For we are still two
Two minds
Two hearts
Two bodies, separate flesh
Two breaths
Our one-ness is yet to come
First must come this:
The look,
The touch,
The kiss,
The names, whispered in the dark . . .
Morning comes too swiftly
I wake
I sigh
My cold and empty bed cannot hold me now
You fled with the night
With sleep
With dreaming
My mind betrays me nightly
Spinning images of you
And me
My sweetest dream, a nightmare
Oh, that i'd never wake!

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