July 20, 2011


Again I dreamt of you
as distance keeps our bodies apart
Somehow my soul cannot be without
these wicked, cherished thoughts
In these memories
once more I could hold you,
taste those elusive kisses
that were, sadly, far and in between
Perhaps all I'll ever have
are these carnal memories to hold onto
until death presses down upon me
Nothing more shall I own
but the wishes of the past
to peek on when I am alone
as petty misers do to their well hidden treasures
of tarnished, weathered gold coins

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