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And as I lie tranquil in this vast, blue August field,
The chill of the saccharine breeze kissing my skin,
I remember your warm, steady hand on my cheek
And that apprehensive affection in your eyes,
And wonder if perhaps, on rare occasion,
Your mind might wander to the thought of me
And those distant, frigid January days
And sense the dull ache of a forgotten moment,
The heat of my skin pulsing through your fingertips
Like the gentle lap of Pacific sunset waves,
And miss me as desperately as I miss you.

"God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh." -- Voltaire

~Ashley Jean~


The following comments are for "Adonis"
by AGirlLikeThat

I like it, especially "vast, blue August field," "the dull ache of a forgotten moment," and "the heat of my skin pulsing through your fingertips." Those lines just grab me, for some reason.

( Posted by: TheNewStory [Member] On: February 25, 2005 )

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