I can hear you
Your voice,
a drone of sensations yearning.
I can feel it in my loins
A touch remised.
Too hard to forget.
This ache saturates me
A poison,
never-ending melancholy.
When you look at her, do you see me?
The sun shines upon a face so angelic
A soft, dimpled smile of reprises
The melodies of bird singing.
Sometimes I follow along, too.
A hint of glee in her eyes
Oh, sweet baby
How I adore you.
There can never be enough kisses
My body sinks
Lower until the earth buries it
Can you reach me if the sun hunkers behind the trees?
Nicole Johnson 
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