Lip quivers with loneliness
Shoulder aches with longing
Immured in a vacant room
Divest of all my clothing
I am exposed
Senses reel from the vivid
Images of the night’s dream
The vision chroma
The taste satiates
I have breathed you in
You have indulged me
I accept without reluctance
...
Written by Julia Mist D'June ~ July 2009