Karen Touzalin Poems

While you lay sleeping,
I dance playfully in the shadows on your face

Your breath, a long tunnel......lined with flowers
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Saturday mornings brought promises,
of starting over,
beginning anew.
Trying to make the week over
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You complete me,
Like the milk for my cereal
In my favourite bowl
Or a cup of sugar in a chocolate cake recipe
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Because I loved you,
I gave you poetry,
instead of my body to keep you warm.
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We used words to fill the distance between us
more words than the 4000 miles that separated us
words that sealed my fate
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It rained every day
after you left
a natural mourning ensued
accompanied by stillness
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The conversation began somewhere around 12 midnight
after you got home from work
and ended around six a.m. by my clock
or seven a.m. by your clock
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If you walk away
from me,
There will still be sunrise
and sunsets in my life
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Beloved, steal me away
to your secret hiding places

Let thoughts of me peacefully dwell
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As a poet, I can only write about what I know
I know that the day begins with a sunrise
and sleeps with the sunset
and I know that I loved you.
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