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Click hereWas that your breath which
riffled the waters,
shivered me, made me pull up
my collar?
Was that your whisper which
I strained to hear,
craning my neck amidst
busy-ness?
Was that your touch which
tightened my scrotum and
made me sweat on a
cold night?
Was that your laugh which
sent me stupidly searching
the dense heave of a
dark bar?
Was that your face which
I glimpsed from a crowded bus,
hemmed in and unable to
get off?
Was that you?
.....I'm voting but comments will be brief. This is close to perfection, emotional but not over-wrought.
Tess
As I read it I kept wanting to put in the word 'that' instead of 'which' but perhaps that's just me, liked the whole idea though and enjoyed the read
tight, terse, musing
OK maybe busy-ness? strikes me as not quite perfect.
100!
a poem of longing, hence, I wouldn't lose any of them. I wish it were me, but alas, an ocean separates us. ;)
Enjoyed the read.
~maria