Awake this night, you are not here-
spirited away in the darkness.
Needing to feel your kiss-
soft as an afternoon cloud,
wet as dew on the rose petal,
warm as summer’s rain.
Felt for you nearby,
only cold untouched sheets
like snowy mountain meadows.
Seeking your eyes,
blue and clear-
endless pools of love,
finding only quiet blindness.
Moonlight, seeking your flesh
sighs in anguish,
finding naught to illuminate
but tears flowing down my face.
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