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peterdawes — Thoughts of Her
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Published: 2008-03-15 03:59:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 740; Favourites: 19; Downloads: 9
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tonight, I had a dreamthat I kissed your lips
one of those daydreams
those trips into reverie
those teasing notions that
normally provoke me into
spells of melancholy
so close and yet so far
so near and yet away from me
but in that moment
I smelled your soft skin
I touched your arms
slid my hands up to
take hold of your shoulders
ran my nose along your cheek
swept my lips across
the side of your face
and it made me smile
you were right there
and it made me smile
so tangible
such a teasing thought
that I didn't wish to
leave the moment
wrap me inside of this spell, love
huddle me close to your heart
I am a weak man, I confess
so easily given over to vice
as poor substitutions for you
allow me to continue
touching your shoulders
your face, your neck
your supple breasts.
your sides, your legs, your all
your subtle femininity
immerse me within you.
tasting more than cruel
premonitions of you
be as real to me as the
air that I inhale
just to speak your name
give me strength to wake tomorrow
and take another breath
walk another mile
claim another day
live another moment
knowing it will bring me
one step closer
to being with you
in something other than a dream.
tonight, I touched you
and I didn't want to let go
because you made me smile.
return to me, my love
and I will hold you tighter this time
as I should have done
when you were truly here.
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Comments: 25
ouch. I don't know why but while I read that I hurt.
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I don't know, just as I read it I felt pain in my chest. Couldn't explain it.
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A similar feeling experienced while penning it. I think I understand what you mean.
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your words have touched me on a very personal level..
thank you for sharing this beautiful poem
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The pleasure is all mine. 
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This matches with the smoke poem, it makes a great elaboration on the basic feel I got from that haiku. I like!
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Thank you kindly.
Yes, same idea. Here, then gone; captured by the night. If only smoke could rematerialize.
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"premonitions of you
be as real to me as the
air that I inhale"
This is amusing because of the uselessness of air, anyways. >.> You probably didn't intend it to mean anything along those lines, but I think its interesting!
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Haha, very observant.
be as real to me as the
air that I inhale
just to speak your name
Not necessary for sustenance; still necessary for speech, though. One gets used to that empty feeling in the chest within time.
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The thought of you taking refuge in other arms, trying desperately to pretend they are hers, is haunting to say the least. Magnificent.
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Years and years and years of that.
Horrible usury on my part. I've turned over a new leaf in recent years.
However. . .
My vices remain many. And varied. And all just substitutions.
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It seems to be a common refuge for men in pain. Hmm, maybe for men in general, immortal or otherwise.
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Empty sex. Scotch. Cigarettes. Long walks. Fits of anger. Poetry.
Create a list and add to it. I imagine I've done it all by now.
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Yes you have. I think I see now why you torment your author so often and so wickedly. Something has to give, eh?
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Quite so, my dear. Quite so. Empty substitutions grow tiresome.
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Wow...I'm beginning to learn you write about someone very special to you...Amazing words and feeling..
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Very near and very dear.
The addition to your collection is certainly appreciated as well.
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