0201 Haunted [09 June 1998]

Your eyes,
They haunt me.
Those hands,
I can still feel them.

Your hair,
I long to touch
Those kisses
I long to taste again.

You went away
So far away
And I
I cannot find you.

I miss
Your every heartbeat
I miss the rise and fall
Of your chest as you sleep.

I miss
The closeness of your body
I long to caress
Your muscular chest.

I have searched
And I have never found
That man
That still haunts me at night.

About taikodragonjkf

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