DURING THE HOURS*

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JOURNAL #39

I count the hours
while we are apart
and too often tend
to wonder
do you do the same
thing too
I cannot better express
the missing of you
that brews in my heart
it is like my body begging
for the return of my
own blood
and for all the silence
surrounding the singing
I am lost
to any idea of beauty
without your love............
(Dec. 23, 2010 253am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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