Bereaved Lover

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem expresses the thoughts of a bereaved lover.

Submitted: August 06, 2012

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Submitted: August 06, 2012



I see you and I'm not even looking
the passing trams bearing strange eyes
the blur from the speed like its fleeing
the different people staring, the sighs

I feel you and I'm not even touching
deep inside this constant longing
the brush of the commuters moving
the caress of the cool breeze blowing

I find you and I'm not even searching
like the fulfilment of a need in a sweet dream
like filling a chest with jewels to the brim
ending fantasy ,taking away all its meaning

I smell you and you are not even here
the afterfragrance of virtue and grace
like the mysterious euphoria of winning a race
by myself yet operating like a pair

I taste you with my mouth tightly shut
my buds dancing and jumping with every sensation
my tongue eager to dart and bring satisfaction
fresh feelings felt straight from the gut

I love you and you are not even living
communed to the earth from whence you came
around me yet not with the living
life without you sweetheart will never be the same

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