This Poem

 

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

your laughter,
your humor and
your smiles,
the fun that
came so easily,
so naturally.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

your hug,
your arms wrapped
securely around me,
mine around you,
our hearts beating
as one.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

your kiss,
your lips on mine,
the softness, the taste,
your exploring tongue,
the thrill that
made me weak with love.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

your touch,
your fingers on my skin,
the tingle that followed them
as you stroked my body
and made it sing with
anticipation.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

the nights we
held each
other close, caressing
one another
until we cried tears
of joy.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

the conversations,
the pillow talk,
the words we shared
and exchanged as the world
around us slept,
our voices mingled with the dark.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory of

us, the “we”
we used to be,
the couple others
knew were in love just
by the way we looked at
and touched each other.

This poem
is dedicated
to the memory,

of the memories
we share,
the memories of
what I still want
and need and crave
to give and to receive.

 

This poem            
is dedicated . . .





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