| 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 |
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| © Jon Bohrn
(1997) |
