Haunting
I am a house unhaunted
no longer will you gently prowl
those aching echoed hallways of my mind 
and exorcised I will 
no longer wake up from your memory in the night
bathed in your sweat
your slender body's golden warmth 
impinged forever on my mind
No, you don't haunt me anymore
those last thought of myself
where on my knees before you, begging
for only one more lasting taste of you
impaled by memories of your time
but now it's done and never can I bare my soul
to swim the tempest oceans of your eyes again
Jon Bohrn (1997)

 

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