Poem # 2 Poem by Karen Touzalin

Poem # 2



I miss the soft, steady touch
of your hands on my back
I miss the warm caress of your breath
on my neck

I miss the comfortable silences
pregnant with emotion.

I miss being with you,
in that quiet place, where lovers dwell
Far away from the world, but close together
and so much in love.

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Karen Touzalin

Karen Touzalin

Kingston, Jamaica
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