I thought I was over this.
I though I was through.
Yet, I caught myself,
still looking for you.
You walk into the room.
I imagine running my fingers through your thick hair.
Then you turn your back and leave.
You walk into the room, Take #2.
I imagine what it feels like to rub your balding crown.
Then you turn your back and leave.
You walk into the room, Take #3.
I imagine softly tracing the outlines of your ink lines.
Then you turn your back and leave.
It is now that I realize that it’s not the look of you that I’m looking for, it’s the sensations that I seek…
You walk into the room, Take #4.
I imagine where your eyes sparkle just before our lips meet for the first time.
Then you turn your back and leave.
You walk into the room, Take #5.
I imagine the ways and places where your body touches mine.
Then you turn your back and leave.
You walk into the room, Take #6.
I imagine the sound of your voice whispering in my upturned ear.Then you turn your back and leave.
Then you turn your back and leave.
It is now that I realize that it’s not the senses of you that I’m looking for, it’s the feelings that I seek…
You walk into the room, Take #7.
I imagine what it feels like when you walk with me, at my side.
Then you turn with me and we leave, together.
Namaste
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