t'was not your voice
but it was a trail lingered in air
first here then there
i thought i saw your head i turned
but it was only an impression made
in space light as faded lace
i sensed that you had left it there
i thought i recognized your hands
one hurt (native but unsung)
knowingly touched my lips
it made a trail in water
-cool trickles of you replenished-
i certainly heard your step
like a trace of a whiff of you
after you had been and gone
i sensed a beat of your heart's
essence embrace mine in thrill
bloodied quaver shadow
you visit my mind like hope
that comes home to live in safe recess
if only i could keep you here
if only you could stay
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YOU ARE READING
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me