Barbara Pickens Poems

My love lives on
Against all reason,
A flower blooming
Out of season.
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broken heart
empty place
soothe the hurt
fill the space
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Next to me
But far away
Gone like a
Dream at
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one word
one smile
one short hour
one touch
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touch
necessary of life
smooth warm skin
sliding under my fingers
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There is a part of me
That now is not my own,
Taken from me by degree
Held by you alone.
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