By Misti Lake
Date: 20 February 2001
2/20/01
after a long night of separation
with no demonstration of love
at all
you touched me this morning
brushed the hair away from my neck with your fingers
caressed my shoulder
and we kissed
your sad eyes shame and soften me
there is a curse
but I can only whisper
without magic
weak and fervent
hoping someday
it will
disappear...
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