Your movements stirred my dreams last night –
I thought I might
Turn and caress
Perhaps undress…
But then my consciousness took hold –
Inured to cold,
Seeped through each vein,
Recalled the pain…
Years after I have said farewell,
Your graveside spell
Won’t let me go –
You’re all I know . . .
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Author Notes
For those of you who know that it's actually my time for celebrating, you're RIGHT!! ;) ;) And, believe me, I AM celebrating! ;) :) However, being the OCD person that I am, this was written before I was deluged in May with LIFE (good thing, too, since I'm still in activity recovery mode - lol!) .... so, here it is! :) Thank you for reading me! :)
Image of 'White Dress Oil Painting' at Lomets.com [http://lomets.com/pin/white-dress-oil-painting]
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