872 Off the cuff – Random Night poetry and prose #2 [28 September 2016]

All I know is fantasy.
The imagined rumbling tenor of voice,
the phantom caresses like silken whispers.
For to me reality has been denied.
The fathomless touch of a lover,
the comforting words spoken in the dark
is a thing I shall never know.

© Johanna Fugitt 2016

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Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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