William Jackson - Sensuous Sorrow

To savor you
if only for one hour-.
I tremble at the thought-
such sensuous sorrow.

Drinking you in,
the softness of your skin-
I tremble.

Your lips pressed to my palm-
my fingertips gliding along
your cheek and the nape
of your neck and then
down the full length
of your lower back.

To kiss your face,
to feel your embrace,
and then the soft rain
of my tears when we part-
I tremble.

William Jackson

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