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Sauce*Box Fall 1998
Like a sweet drug
I am missing you.
My system in shock
from the loss.
While the compass of my heart
knows in which direction you lie.
It holds steady
true and un-confused in it's path.
Missing you
my thoughts turn everything into bittersweet memories
I feel your absence sharp as a surgeons knife
an understatement
that does not do justice to the hot craving that courses through me
for you, because of you.
Out of sight out of mind they say
and I have to wonder at it's truth.
Have I been relegated to the bottom of the list?
Where once it seemed you were eager to read my . . . submissions,
would I still find truth there?
But then you told me, I am but a tiny fragment
out of the way of your real life
Then maybe fragment is too big a word to use for the unreality of my position?
In the big picture of your life, I cannot even be seen.
Even with the . . . truth? of this,
I still want,
nipples harden,
body aches,
hips flex,
back arches,
lips tingle while wetness still forms between my thighs
even now
thinking of you
with feelings of sadness and loss scratching at the back of my mind.
Touching myself for release
only to increase my longing to surrender to your loving hands
and your warm heart.
Impossible situation.
My wanting and burning
never to be assuaged
satisfied.
Leaving me forever mired in my want for you
like some careless Dragonfly in old amber.
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