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this is the only way

you're pristine
heavenly...
I couldn't touch you
yet wishing...

a tangible continuum
alive in my veins
that makes me feel
you are real

I slide into my bed
in a rush
on this cold night
listening to my own heartbeat
I lay awake
with thoughts of ghost
of you
beside me

haunting me
touching me

since this is the only way
for you to be touchable


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  • Rambunctious
    December 24, 2008

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    Haunting...

    Here is the joy of imagination, which can warm the coldest bed. This was a beautiful and haunting write, such emotion... Not for tears, but for the joy of a sigh...
    Always write, Poetess...

    SensualD.