what it felt like to sit on your lap
to have you protect me with
your arms, to hold me close
to breathe softly on my neck
to want me as much as I want
you/perhaps I will forget how
hot your touch could be,
how tender your lips as you
kissed me with the kisses
of years to come/perhaps
my arms will one day stop
aching, my knees stop
knocking at the door of
your decoded palaces
where my dreams visit
for want of your eyes
to look at me just one
more time. Perhaps.
Valerie Bridgeman
© September 2, 2013
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