The Feeling

I smell his scent.

He was in my dream again last night.

I miss feeling his chest pressed tightly against mine.

The feeling of his heart beat.

My heart beat

in time.

I want to feel it

just one more time.

Then maybe,

another.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2017

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About Suzanne

I write poetry and other stuff. Writing is a part of my soul. Other practices that feed me .... yoga, Tai Chi, Qigong, meditation, hiking, cycling, dancing, Acroyoga, creating, hugs, cuddling.
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