In the night

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A velvet touch

     warmly glides

caressing me

     as I lie

 

nestled in

     a hollow formed

a warm place

     I long to be

 

a flame flickers

     soft glowing flame

longing to grow

     to consume me

 

empty longing

     wanting to be

with warmth filled

     a hungry need

 

from a distance

     a worried gaze

fretful watching

     from far away

 

wanting yet

     acting not

fearing now

     to be replaced

 

full of need

     to be filled

taking what

     I might find

 

in the night

     as I lie

on velvet touch

     that I need

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This is an impressive poem,

This is an impressive poem, and the active verbs are not weakened at all.  My applause goes out to you on this one . . . .


Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]