Thoughts from a Bedroom at Night

I can’t lie here any more nor bask

in the glorious warmth of a guarded gaze.

My lights are not like daylight streaming

or the hazy glow of lying, dreaming

with a throbbing thought.

My fingers aren’t engaged to touch and feel or hit and press

My soul is not one linked to another

any more than eyes to a smell to a nose to a breath

And yet-

 

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circa 03/2011

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