Giving and Receiving-Taking and Empty
She carried his memory with her-
wore it like a necklace.
It was
embedded in her body-
every place he had touched-
issued silent body sighs
asking her to go back to him,
to have him touch her that way again.
It was her he'd kissed
her loins, her heart, all caressed-
all made love to
by him.
She would have forgotten
but her body did not
-could not.
Her body had melted in the hot;
rose again and again
in the bubbling up
to remind her of what it missed.
..
She sometimes times would imitate
his touch
but her body was not consoled.
She could have her mind
imagine his touch
but the mind was not good enough
to compare with the real thing.
She over-reacted on city streets when
people accidently bumped her;
another body close
caused memories to stir..
She held her books close;
placed them flat against her breasts
absent-mindedly
to emulate his touch.
She slept in a ball to gain warmth
from her own thighs
held close to her.
She was an open book.
Every page missed him.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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