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A hand on your breast
so soft, gentle
your breath, shallow with sleep
rising, falling
my love, my all
yet naught but a memory
by morning
the spell will break


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The following comments are for "spellbound"
by JonnyT

Maybe because of where I'm at mentally, emotionally, whatever... this struck a chord in me. A short poem, but each line filled with an almost trembling longing for that softly sleeping form to take real shape.. to not be gone in the morning.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: November 26, 2006 )

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