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Poem of the Week

Wanting

Let me sleep with you
And touch your soul
while you dream
your dream of sleep
without stress
or waking before
dawn,
and I will love you
in a manner both profound
and profane,
sustained by nothing
but sheer physicality
and nearness,
earnest love,
hard by your legs
and crevices,
even your toes
arousing in me the desire
to engulf you,
to enflame you
with heat
and with a wetness
unknown by rain,
unseen by light,
but better,
better yet
than that solitary sun,
which burns not just
our souls
but our hearts
and leaves us wanting.

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John Twomey

Posted at December 18, 2006 04:05 AM

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