My Treasure

I feel you today
Looking over my shoulder
In your slow, easy way
I catch the scent
Of you
In my hair
And the subtle hint
Of your sigh
In my ear
As I feel you today
Like a searing kiss
An agonizing blend
Of torture and bliss
In the tears that I weep
My joy and my sorrow
The pieces
I keep
Not simply to borrow
But my personal
Invisible keep-sakes
My treasure
Adorning my heart
With hidden pleasure
In the warmth they impart
As I feel you today
And I softly say
You are not really
Very far away

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Janet Martin