I wait through
year-long days, or so they seem,
through nights when time just doesn't pass at all.
I try to sleep
in hopes that I may dream
of scenes from our last meeting in the Fall.
I wait for
touch to make the distance fade
for voices soft to murmur through the night
for pleasures shared once more in beds unmade
for waking to your face by morning's light.
Although no
one might guess such is my fate,
till you bring back my life to me, I wait.
(c) 1997 Madamesansnom
This is a sonnet. My favorite line: I wait...for pleasures
shared once more in beds unmade.
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