by redflaw
@ 2008-03-01 - 14:44:03
I’ve got no words to peer your wireless letters
nor crayons to color the lines they lay upon
I miss their affection
the trembling muschle of your face that speaks
the verification of your glance
I miss the breath that produces the syllabes
the sad, happy or tight lips of yours
your hand on my knee as clause of truth
I miss them badly
However, I’ve got fingers unable to touch you
ears numb to your sounds
a barren nose
a mute tongue
and a pair of wireless eyes.
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2008-03-01 @ 14:50