Love Is At Hand
D Dónall Dempsey
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I look at the place
on my body
where your hand was
...is:
your imagined hand
as real as the real hand
if not...realer.
Alive with memory
glowing with the pleasure
of knowing
that in just another hour
it will be there
...again!
All through the day
your touch
has never left me
Only metamorphises from real
to imaginary to real
...yet again!
Even in your absence
I am always
touched by your presence
...darling!
Bu şiiri puanla
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