…through my soul

I do not think about you, but I feel you
feel your presence and your absence all the same
not just a picture or a disconnected portrait in my mind
but integral, a part of me, in every minute of the day
I sense your presence, dreams of tender kisses
bring forth passion and I feel you
your hands upon my skin, your lips upon my eyes
your arms about me like a shield against the world
I feel your breath against my neck
and hear your whispers in every breeze
I carry you within, like my very heart
I hold on to all the things that make you up
the good and bad alike
to let them drop would be to lose a part of you
and a part of me would also fall away
I have always feared a greater love
feared the risk of pain and desolation
but the repercussions of your affection
the reverberations within my very core
are worth any heartache, any torment that I suffer
for I am staggered at the heights to which you take me
and thunderstruck with longing for your touch
I am no longer merely me
but made anew with what you add
your passage through my soul has left its mark
a gift that I will carry with me forevermore
© Ann Bagnall
2012