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Haunt Me by Janna Hill Sunday, October 16, 2011 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan Purely fiction from a OMG what if moment.

Be the shadow that lingers at my back Though out of reach I'll know you’re there Be the breeze that whispers on my neck Unable to touch you, blowing through my hair Be the goose bumps rising on my arms The tingle that ripples down my spine Be the scent of Polo – Ralph Lauren Till I relax, unwind, untwine Be the warm spot in our king-sized bed I wouldn’t mind you snore Be the pillow where you laid your head But where it lays no more Sneak into my dreams and kiss me Oh that I might sleep for days Let me believe that you are with me Haunt me in the sweetest of ways © _jrh October 16, 2011

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Reviewed by Dark Knight	10/20/2011

whoa woman you are very romantic-excellent




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	10/18/2011

Truly engaging sentiments, Janna. Thank you for sharing them. Love and best wishes, Regis




Reviewed by D. Vaineo	10/18/2011

Janna, The spirit of someone you once loved... Always, Deborah




Reviewed by Vivian Dawson	10/17/2011

So sweet would be the haunting! ~Janna~ Love is certainly worthy from your poem!! Lady Vivian




Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks	10/17/2011

Very very lovely Janna and a piece that shows a different side of you, at least for me. Soft as a summer pillow.




Reviewed by Christine Alwin	10/17/2011

Janna, I really like that 6th sense when you can feel someone or something near..great work! Christine




Reviewed by Gene Williamson	10/17/2011

Love it, Janna, goose bumps and all, and so movingly wrapped up in that last line. -gene.




Reviewed by Felix Perry	10/17/2011

Well written and fromt he heart... fee




Reviewed by richard cederberg	10/17/2011

Touching jrh ... pensively remembering, with fondness, what is no longer there. Thanx 4 your recent visit. Peace to you ... richard




Reviewed by Richard King	10/17/2011

Good job Janna, this one has to be in your top ten of all time, at least it would be if I were doing the ratings. Dick




Reviewed by Andy Turner	10/17/2011

Jerry is spot on! Such brilliant work, I just read this in admiration. It is a contest winner, to be sure!




Reviewed by John Flanagan	10/17/2011

I like the repeated use of 'Be' Janna, a projection of love and, as you say, a what if moment.. and that 'warm spot' is so resonant. i really like this poem. John




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)	10/17/2011

First off, I have to say that the picture accompanying this forlorn write is perfect for the poem. To lose, or miss someone we have given our love to is one, if not the, most ephemeral and hurtful things that can happen to us. The pain is everywhere, even when, as in this poem it is merely in the missing of the ordinary things they did or caused that made the world go round for us, and now these things are gone. Good poem.