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Thinking  Of You

            In the early light called dawn
            I reach for you, knowing you have gone.
            The warmth of the sheets where your body was
            has grown cold now to the touch of my fingers.

            As I move to your side of the bed
            the scent of you lingers
            on the sheets, on the pillow
            in the air that I breathe.
            You are the air I breathe.

            Although, it has been awhile
            since you showered, shaved and left for work.
            There is an afterglow that remains.
            But as I think of you, the glow rekindles.
            My body hot to the core, my pulse accelerates,
            and I hold the pillow with your scent closer to me.

            Now as I wander from the bed to the bath,
            you are still on my mind, missing you and
            wanting you......again.....and again.
            I pause by your closet, door ajar.
            To reach in and touch your shirts
            and imagine your chest beneath the fabric.

            While I stand in the shower
            the water caress my skin as did your hands.
            Warm, soft, completely.
            And now this great fluffy towel surrounds me
            and I wish it were your arms and
            your body so close to mine.

            I want to feel your hands on my shoulders,
            your breath and lingering kisses upon my neck.
            Whispers soft in my ear.
            Instead, as I pass the phone, I stop.
            And dial you at the office, knowing you're not yet there.
            Just to hear your voice.....when your voicemail answers.