By fond memories of
And forehead kisses
Made of love and fondness
And lusty bearhugs
And prankish smacks on your curvy derrière
Oh! how I miss you
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Your last words
Seemed laiden with a finality
(You did what you had to do):
I’ll never contact you.
Yet therein, also, was
Transmitted sheer ambivalence
And blatant contradiction.
Your short message
Was packed with fiery words:
Don’t try to reach me,
Was the end.
And a feeling of love lost.
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Like when words kill
Your school boy enthusiasm.
No venturing beyond that perimeter fence;
No soccer on the lush and inviting manicured lawns.
Play is good but here’s the limit.
The super ego chuckles with bubbly schadenfreude:
I told you.
Never was a waste of time, or moments, or energy, or feelings, or laughs, or thoughts, or even love.
This universe wastes nothing –
All things get spent,
And then recycled.
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Am I just a piece in your daily rites:
Used, dampened and hung up to dry?
I often wonder how much you love me,
Whether you really like me the way it seems.
I’ve heard you speak of loving my colour;
Of being impressed by my very soft texture;
You say I soak up a lot and I’m exquisite
That I’ve been around for quite some time.
I’ve mapped all your contours and your folds;
All your nakedness I’ve known by the tendrils
Of my soft fine strands; and my memory always
Soaks up your body scent fresh from a bath.
I shield your bare bosom beneath my softness,
Hugging you deftly as you step out the bath –
Touching your torso, your hips and your thighs.
We are intimate. I even feel much more!
I know your covered secrets: the birth mark,
The fair patch, and the mole. I enjoy the way
You guide me gently inbetween your legs
Soaking the moisture (that, I know is mutual).
I savour every inch of our salubrious relationship:
The way you care, keeping me clean, the hot
Soapy washes and warm times in the sun –
Keeping me crisp and fresh for ready use.
I appreciate your shaved legs and trimmed hairs;
Your silky skin; your spotless face and your long hair.
Still I wonder how deeply you love me, whenever
You hang me out to dry.
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Can’t say why I like you so;
Don’t know if you feel it too.
May God bless and keep you pure,
In His way you will stand sure.
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