Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

March 30, 2015

The Absensualist

I could finally confide

that lately I’d  lost

that long drive that’d taken me

off all my maps.

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She would certainly intercede,

She brought fresh buds through frost,

I’ve a return drive  she’d taken me

Back onto new paths.

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I can close my eyes  and see

Her heart  near and warm

But open  I can not see

Her hand upon my arm.

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(from july 2010)