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Waiting

The wait until we next touch seems interminable,
an ache at my center bringing a deep longing
for the fullness that we know when together.

Apart, we feel each other’s words and thoughts …
Like the sympathetic vibration of guitar strings
we share the same sensations,
revel in responding to subtle nuances
during our personal interactions.

We long to be close, touch,
side-by-side dream lover’s dreams.
Drifting off to sleep with your head on my shoulder,
awakening to soft kisses over a common mug of coffee.

Our longing – like our love – continues to mature and
be refined with a purity of purpose.

Separated by miles or holding hands,
our love stands alone as we speak
heart to heart.