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Sep 2015
heavy sigh escapes
minutes become lifetimes
eternity to infinity
and still I wait
to hold you near –
eyes cross with boredom
wishing even to need a toilet
but nothing breaks the monotony
but the passing thoughts
of your sweet embrace –
bad food sends a distended belly into fits of gurgle
slight sweat smell wafts down the corridor
2000 inmates pass by my wire-laden windows
their footsteps
pounding in my brain long after count has cleared
leave me longing for the quiet of our shared bed –
broken lead ends my distraction
giving me pause, long enough to sharpen my tool
thinking about what this moment brings in your office
or if you, also sit thinking of when we are together again –
Sam Temple
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Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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