Tuesday 5 August 2014

Absence

Absence makes the mind wander
To a place of treasured remembrance
A beard nuzzling my shoulder
And cinnamon scented breath
In my ear telling dirty stories
Hot hands warming my tired bones
Until I can move without wincing
Against the frigid morning
Coffee cups in the car cruising
Along with the radio mumbling
While we share stories strikingly similar
And kisses in front of a fresh fire

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