Absence

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You are something greater than love

I do not know you, but I am

Indebted to you for your making

my blind earth lit by the moon.

Your tenderness deciphers my lingering doubts

Your sweetness justifies my bitter rain

with which the earth is drenched

The sounds wafting from your lips into my ears

when I lay immobile, crumpled rag-like on the stones

goad me back to the fray

Your understanding wisdom invigorates

the dormant chasms of an occluded mind

Your hands have a redemptive healing sway

over my broken body

Their yearning glissade distills the care from my bones

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Absence - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                         9