Touch
You cannot kiss
An imaginary lover
Feel his lips or his touch.
Imagination must bring
Its own satisfaction
When the lights go out
And the world is dark.
Does he imagine you lying there?
Does he slide his hand across
Cold sheets to find empty space?
Are you closer than you think?
Will some unseen God
Or fate take pity?
Rearranging your destiny
To let you touch at last?
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