in absentia I hold your lonely hand
as sleep comes
I visit your fingers
and touch silkly soft
skin on skin
my fingerprint
on your dreams
in absentia
my open palm
embraces without prison
in absentia
my thumb strokes
your palm
all the passion
in the world
finds its home
as sleep comes
my lonely hand
seeks its mate
as sleep comes
my lonely hand
seeks its mate
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