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Oct 2013
she turned to
look out at the night
while the song stirred the air between us
while her thoughts like smoke
floated along the paths of her heart
intangible and intoxicating
she looked me at with eyes full of tears
and said that she didnt want this
but even as her lips trembled the words
even as her gentle hand touched my face
we both knew it had to be
i stole a kiss and she gave a small smile
and then i held her for such a long time
and with whispers chased away the fears
and with my arms was a fortress to refuse the darkness
surrounding her
and with my love was a wine that she
could savour comforts and joys
and feel adored
it would be day soon
and we would have to part
she asked if i would think of her
i said with every breath
with every step away a burden
and every step on my way back to her a joy
every moment would be filled with her
in every fibre of my soul
i would be inconsolable till i had her
in my arms once again
she turned her head and looked out
into the approaching morning light
and said hurry home lover
hurry home
things wont be right with me
till your here with me
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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