Tucker Carwile Jr Poet Free verse

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.

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