From
a Certain Distance
You
have marked me as yours.
My
flesh tingles at the memory
of
the press of your weight against me.
My
skin never forgets your scent.
My
fingertips ache with the force of a desire
to
touch you.
My
pulse is the constant cry
to
know the truth of your love.
Bob
Carlton
Bob Carlton (www.bobcarlton3.weebly.com) lives and works in
Leander, TX
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Poetry