Friday 11 July 2014
Thursday 10 July 2014
SandalWood
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Sandalwood is what I smell
and
cool air conditioning all around.
We drive through the late night.
Your caressing hand
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in my lap feels so right.
I hold it tightly.
The music plays softly.
For your touch I have waited nightly.
Awaking to missing your kisses
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daily.
Finally you're here.
I hold back a tear.
Hate so much when you're away.
You always not here is more
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than I can bear.
You watch the road calmly.
I watch you most longingly.
When you're gone
I do not
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know what to do.
My pain I keep to myself.
My fears I push to the back of
The shelf.
I breathe deeply.
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Tonight no sleepy.
Hoping you will always
love me.
Later I will show you
my love in many ways.
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I smell you in the air.
The sandalwood that you wear.
Almost dizzying.
No resisting.
To the music I sing.
You're home again.
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