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Mist touches my cheek
a gentle caress
like a lover soft and warm,
like you.

Away in tomorrow's yesterday
minutes to hours and days.
Away to nights kissed with
ginger, sunshine, laughter, desire.
Away to romance written
in the pages of dime-store books.
Away from too much life
and this sink of soapy dishes.
Away to a time when things
might have been different.

To kiss, to kiss.  You. 
Yes, to kiss.

Hot water breaks over platters
in my tiny kitchen late at night.
Laughter rings, I see your face,
but you are far away.  Not here.
Hands moving, I sigh
through silky blue green water.

It is agony to think of you,
a warm, watery heartbreak soaping
plate after plate, glass after glass.
My bones quietly ache for you,
for an unknown lover's touch.

So until tonight, my love.
Let us tryst once again in dreams.


Mist touches my cheek
a gentle caress
like a lover soft and warm,
like you.


~by Piper Selden


                        
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