A Yearning

I long to touch him
Let my fingers 
memorise the grooves 
of his face 
let his essence 
soak into my flesh

I long to touch 
my lips to his 
breathe in 
the fragrance 
of his spirit 
taste the joy 
in his blood 
drink the sorrow 
from his bones

I long for the imprint 
of his bare skin on mine 
to wrap myself 
around his soul 
pour my passion 
into him 
feel myself shatter 
at his touch 

But he is not here 
and will never be

So I long to 
touch him 
with my words 
breach his mind
to read in 
his silence 
what he leaves 
unsaid

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