Distance

Distance

With distance great

Time is sweet

Peaches ripe

Ever fleeting. 


Taste the nectar

Burst inside

Juices quench

Lover’s sigh


Warmth enfold

Deep embrace

Rest awhile

Sharing grace.


All too soon

The time has come

Fingers release

Bittersweet and succumb


Wishing for

Swift passage until

Once again 

Hold you, I will. 

D.R.H.

Copyright Donna Roseanne Hedges 2021

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