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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