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my open throat still loves the slant of your

tracking lips most passionately

and how my aching feet still so desperately

miss your attentive tender ministrations to them

my sad down cast eyes long for the incredible

sight of you freshly up from sleep

all drowsy and beautifully raw in your morning

masculinity

you still fill up any room

with your indominate presence

but now its only in my mind

I still hear the drawing out of your hello

all gravelly and loving across the crisp clear

telephone line

so sure of its welcome in my ear

why even the memory of your scent alone sometimes

reaches out from across the distance to assail me

at the most inopportune moments

like while I am in the shower

when my back still remembers your thorough hands

caressing its supple skin to gentle cleanliness

or at the local gas station

when the hard grip of the pump empaths to me

the magnificent strength of your once impressive

touch

even the backyard grows almost half heartedly

wondering if you will ever come around to mow

its lush, thick greenness again

as your empty parking space

looks on almost forlorn

its hard to take in

yet I have no answers for anything anymore

let alone myself

just questions

and unbelievably poignant mental snap shots

of such precious yet mundane things

like where did you hide all that love you once

claimed you felt for me

so much love

I'd never felt anything like it before nor since

I would love to stumble upon it and squirrel it

away in some favorite drawer

and perhaps

one lonely dreary day when I need it most

like now

I could take it out and wrap it securely around

my emptiness

and it would fill me to my soul with its

mystifying warmth

just like it used to

but that dream is over

and now my girl

its time to wake up..................

(July 24, 1998)