Organ - Poem by Kay Nair
Oh it aches
How it aches
Because of you
I could not have imagined an organ existed
Just to be in pain
When you could not be obtained.
And yet hear I lie
On a moonlight-strewn bed
Colder than a vampire’s caress-
Where comes this memory of joy?
Had I ever known the touch of your skin against mine?
I am without the sanctity I boasted of
Before I met you -
But there is no ‘before you’
The lines I write have nought to show
But the truth of my heart’s glow.
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