the wicked curve
of your neck
leaves me breathless
with desire
the tiny breath
of silence
that echoes
in your wake
aches inside of
me until
I am lost
within it’s
beauty
The shadowed hollow
of your back
as you move
fills me with
aching longing,
desire
for one touch
for one night
I ache with
the knowledge
that you can never
see
you can never
hear
the imaginary girl
as she lives
her imaginary life
and loves her
imaginary loves
I ache with
the knowledge
that you
will
never
see
me
10/16/00
©Patti Keno
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