© Sauce*Box, Winter 1997-98. All
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Separation
by Rochelle Randel
I have bottled up my passions,
Because you have gone away from me,
I shall not think of kisses,
Or kind, sweet caress,
Or the feel of your shoulders,
Or the weight of your body -
I will knit or paint
Or read a book I've been meaning to read,
And will not think of you at all,
Not think of the scent of you,
All of my ardor, my ache for you,
Will sit neatly somewhere,
Stoppered with this quivering cork,
And I will not think of you at all.
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