Caress
I still feel a phantom caress
a gnawing, silent emptiness,
too strong to deny or even tame,
a nagging, unquenchable flame.
Though it still burns, it heats much less,
a sense still mocking, passionless.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2013
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