From a Certain Distance


From a Certain Distance


You have marked me as yours.

My flesh tingles at the memory

of the press of your weight against me.

My skin never forgets your scent.

My fingertips ache with the force of a desire

to touch you.

My pulse is the constant cry

to know the truth of your love.


Bob Carlton


Bob Carlton ( lives and works in Leander, TX      

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