She’s gone
but her girl-woman scent
lingers on
on the other side
of my bed.
Her heat
will keep me waiting
for the next time
that we cross
paths.
I think of her smell
and her hair;
of her warmth
and her smile,
while I slip
into never never land.
And she’ll be there
waiting again,
for the touch
and the kiss,
to be mine.
Finished on 05-27-2002
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