Tuesday, December 02, 2008


Your fingers haunt me,
Your unseen lips taunt me;
Your love is more a dream.

Your words melt me,
My heart nor my soul,
Are safe from your attacks.

You are a presence in dreams,
And an absence from real life,
For eons altogether.

Yet yours is a face that I search,
In every crowd that I see,
Straining for your voice.

Invisible and stealthy,
You intrude upon my silences,
And leave an emptiness beside.
But when awake from your dream,
I know you were here, near me,
From the happiness that I feel.

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