July 22, 2006

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  Written 4/7/06

  
  

  Love, let me look upon you,

  
  

  the image soaring into my

  
  

  eyes to kiss my mind.

  
  

  Oh to drink you, to inhale you,

  
  

  devour you and sate my heart’s

  
  

  famished state with but a

  
  

  drop, a crumb

  
  

  of you!

  
  

  Place but a faint fingertip upon my lip,

  
  

  but a glance upon my shadow,

  
  

  but a thought of me in your mind and

  
  

  I’ll need never eat again.

  
  

  Oh to carry your kisses in a basket,

  
  

  to pluck one as a grape from the lovely

  
  

  vine, to savor the sweet juices of

  
  

  the berry upon my tongue and

  
  

  become drunk upon it!

  
  

  To unwrap your embrace and eat it like

  
  

  soft, warm bread, to become full and

  
  

  round upon your very existence!

  
  

  Though I starve, though I thirst,

  
  

  I shiver, I ache, I tire,

  
  

  I do not die,

  
  

  for the breath of your

  
  

  memory

  
  

  sustains me.

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