By Echolocation
Date: 2003 Mar 02
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Sensory Deprivation

Gaze into the fire and see
	red roses, a face, passion
Listen to the music, hear in the drums
	a beloved heartbeat
Wind tangles my hair, becomes
	a caress, the touch of gentle fingers
Breathe deep the remembered
	spicy scent of your skin
Sip the wine and taste
	a kiss

When you are so much with(in) me,
How can you be anywhere but here?