I want you from your hair to your nine toes
As one of them is mine wherever you
Opt to go, leaving me behind; it goes
Without saying, except that my love grew
As soon as I held you close to my chest
Where you now reside; a third lung breathing
For more air, heading towards your left breast
Before the right one adds to my wreathing.
As you walk away from me, I dissolve
Into a half being bereft of love
Feeling that my life will from now revolve
Around your clouds, as you will be above.
I wonder if our love can overcome
Both space and time in lieu of going numb.
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Dedicated to my first love.
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The Beatles - I Want You
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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