Lingering touches
brushing against my soft skin
and the scent of you still
pooling inside me
tingling like a phantom limb
_____
I am restless, aching for you
unable to sleep the night through
_____
You’ve returned home
to my South Africa
leaving me
a vivid memory
of winter’s escapades
in the library and
giving me Eve
who
in her darling bassinet
sleeps
dreaming
of castles
and kingdoms,
of noble knights
and
ladies
in waiting
_____
Copyright © 04/24/1998 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
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