I have tried to forget
the contours of your body.
the places where sweat would pool salty,
dewing on soft cinnamon arch -
points that were landmarks
of shared pleasure,
kisses like ports of call.
it is this tactile map
that haunts my nights
years of distance, that have been
ashen and erosive -
folded into memory
that longs only for
your compass touch.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2019 16:24
- Comment from author about the poem: For S - miss you.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Nicely written, well done
Thank you!
Wonderful heartfelt write.
Thank you very much.
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