I am sitting here
Ghosts present
Pavarotti calming me.
The taste of you assaults me
And I am unworthy.
Answer me this:
How am I to live
Without your kiss
How shall I exist
Without a tryst.?
My ears hear you
My heart has space for you
My lips await you
My body aches for you
Yet,
All I do
Is listen
To Pavarotti.
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Owain Glyn
