of her

thoughts of her distract me
they haunt the halls of my mind
and startle me

the feel of her lingers
long after her touch has been removed
and comforts me

the sound of her is deafening
it drowns out all other voices
and focuses me

the want of her enslaves me
traps me in a prison of fantasies
and tortures me


5 responses to “of her

  1. I know just how you feel. *Sigh!*

    And like you commented on my blog regarding the poem about my daughter…


  2. And a *sigh* from me – I wish I was ‘her’ …

    I feel this feeling, it catches my breath and takes me to another place where I can be myself, where I can dream and smile and cry.

    To be elevated to a state of grace, to begin the day in harmony with all that is real is wonderful!

    Thank you.

  3. The Lovely Wife

    They “All” wish they were her 🙂

  4. Don’t be afraid to stay here. You are really hitting something you feel and are able to allow the reader to feel it as well. These last two are really well written. Good job.

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