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August 27, 2003

Startled by sights inside my mind,
I have closed my eyes to indulge them.
I feel a gentle breeze,
see you standing on a porch
with white posts and swing,
and hear a storm to the north.
Hands touch shoulders,
so soft, warm and welcome,
while the winds pick up,
and the gray clouds mass.
It is just one image,
just one more thought
to add to this growing
desire long unfulfilled.
With no defense, I let this in.
I let the feelings remind me
about how much I need this.
Eyes closed, breath soft,
arms folded, standing alone,
I let it all come, again.