Your Form
Here in the shadows of the evening
light blocked,
by the rooms covered windows.
I know your form,
from touch.
The valleys,
the smothness of your skin.
The smell from your long
prefumed hair.
I need not a picture
to store away.
For your image is buried deep
within my mind.
Copyright © Tucker Carwile Jr | Year Posted 2012
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