I close my eyes
And I can feel your touch
The caress of your lips
Against my skin

I feel your embrace
As you pull me close
And hold me

I see your eyes
The occasional laughter there
The first tears you’ve shown me
The color of green when you’re aroused

I hear the words flow from your lips
Sometimes in discussion
Others singing
With the often spoke “Pfah”

As you hold me close
I inhale that scent
That I have come to associate with you
The smell of Irish Spring

All these flash by
Washing over me
In memory, for when I open
My eyes you are not there

And that is when my
Tears start to flow

04/23/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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