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| A Poem
by lonelyhart87 at 8/5/2009 12:04:47 AM
Can you remember a time
when fingertips touched your face
and the message that they traced was:
"How very precious
you are to me"?
When you think of a love
that is all you could wish for
more than you expected
and all that you deserve;
when you wake in the morning
and lie warm in your bed
luxuriating in your body's memory
in that closeness and comfort
in that place of dreams
where memory and fantasy
and hopes combine
in those first thoughts
you may find me there.
For I have entered with these words
seeking sublime connection
to know you, and be known.
Can you remember a time
when fingertips touched your face ?
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