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Yearning

I strive not to want you
Not to need the comfort
Of your touch,
Feeling the fool
For not swimming new waters
As you seem to be,
Not wanting to be left behind,
Choking on the dust of your conquests.
Too bad for me I guess
That I love you still,
That I can’t bring myself to touch another.
I tried to force myself,
Hoping a diversion would break your spell,
But I am still enthralled
Listening for love in the pitch of your voice,
Yearning for your touch in the night,
Waiting for you to tell me
As I tell you with every gesture-
You are mine forever.

8/1/98

 
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