The Absensualist

March 11, 2014

I could finally confide

that lately I’d  lost

that long drive that’d taken me

off all my maps.

.

She would certainly intercede,

Brought fresh buds through frost,

A return drive she’d taken me

Back onto new paths.

.

.

.

I can close my eyes  and see

Her heart  near and warm

But open  I can’t see

Her hand on my arm.

 .

.

.

.

(from july 2010)

 
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One Response to “The Absensualist”

  1. the last four lines are marvelous

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