Of Beauty, and One I Loved
I've forgotten, what it's like..
To be held.
Or even indeed,for me, to hug,....
and to hold,to feel, another's ,
body's, warmth, and touch.
I know all the cliches .
I've heard, all the words.
They echo hollow, in my empty heart.
And, if .....we ever, met again.
Would you embrace me ?
Would, I taste .....those honey lips....
Once, more?
Would your tears, still heal, ..but burn ?
Could a feathers touch....
Forgive me
For
So much.....?
Giajl © Jim Love