Bed markings
I see the in print of your body stillIf I close my eyes I can imagine your hair covering the pillow
Your smell lingers on the sheets, the smell of sweet raspberries
If I listen carefully I'm sure I sometimes still hear you breathe
I'm in bed all alone without my defenses
But I know you will come back
All I have to do is use my senses...
Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-01-18 at 20:54
Tags Imagination  Love  Senses 
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