Despedida / Parting

When the time or the place
or circumstance, love,
will not let me see you –
then I can perceive nothing.
When your witty voice I cannot hear,
then am I deaf
and even more heedful.
When I cannot talk with you,
I am dumb and restless.
And my fingers die a little
when I cannot touch you,
my only sweetness, very skin of my soul.
And my lips turn pale –
like those of a dead man –
when I cannot kiss you,
you of honey and flowers.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2013

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