always looking for a channeled message
and trying to feel a psychic touch..
a thought from your silent lips
to my waiting ear.
I resent the absence of your fingers
the way they tenitiively touch my quietly shaking shoulder,
I mourn the way you moaned when my hand reached back in response,
I crave the way you held me,
I was happy
then released
then forgotten.
oh my complecated and fierce and distant friend
I can't stop waiting,
come.. resuce me from this agony.
©flailing
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