Phantom Hands
by Tala
Sitting
Waiting
Patiently anticipating
Darkness
Enveloping me in a warm blanket
I sense his presence
I cannot hear
I cannot see
Phantom hands, embracing me
His words in my mind
Releasing me
Caressing me
Holding me
Ghostly lips on mine
My heart races
Rabid into a blackened night
His voice resonating in my ears
Comforting me
Calming me
My every nerve twisting, twitching
In his phantom hands
As quietly as he came
He leaves me
Breathless
Waiting
Patiently anticipating
Copyright 2005
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