I sometimes can't remember
what happened yesterday
But everything of you
who happened long ago,
is poised -- my summons to obey
Often thoughts come unbidden
Like the feel of your embrace
Words heard again, as once you
stroked my face
And marveled at my skin
Your fascination of my whim and
your pride in what was me
Overplus, and yet who could
not be pleased,
With the touch of it again
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Be always safe,
Karen