Tuesday, January 5, 2016


I came home in the rain, only to find
The pain under sheets I had left behind
There it was still, concealed and protected
From time and distractions it remained unaffected
And while I was gone in my new surrounds
The weary travellers, the peculiar sounds
My sight and smell and taste overstimulated 
The days too long, the nights inebriated 
Of all my senses most deprived 
My skin for your touch, as always, denied

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