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Nov 2010
I awoke this morning
without you
My first night alone
without you
Without you the bed
Without you my arms
With you
my heart

Tide of tenderness rising
pushes waves of love
up over the desolate
abandoned beach
of my without,
whispering a million
loving thoughts
into every listening shell--
the shore sparkles
with the wet kisses
of my love's waves.

As you stroll barefoot
in the sand,
There, on the other side
of this one blue sea--
Can you hear my whispers?
Can you ******* kiss?
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved.
Michael S Simpson
Written by
Michael S Simpson  74/M/Grass Valley, California
(74/M/Grass Valley, California)   
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