His Touch
by Raven Dunn (ravenslost@hotmail.com)
Pair/Rate/Spoilers: Q/O / errr nothing real explicit? PG /
Post TPM
Archive: M_A Anyone who wants it... just let me know where.
Series: Nope.
Summary: Poetry from Obi-wan's POV. post PTM
Warning: Angst
Categories: Poetry/ Angst
Disclaimer: The boys, even though not directly mentioned, do
not belong to me. More's the pity. If they did, it's doubtful
that they'd be going through the pain that brought this piece
to light. They'd be going through other pain, the kind that
ends in kissing and other such fun. Notes: This was inspired
specifically by Black Rose's "Interlude". And also by the
wonderful works of all the fic writers which have been flooding
my mailbox. (There is only so much emotional bombardment I can
take, before I start to send back.) Thanks belong to all of
them. Blame belongs to me.
How I long for his touch,
soft against my skin, holding me gently,
as the day begins.
How I long for his touch,
a breif touch of skin, with no specific meaning,
except love without end.
How I long for his touch,
burning along my nerves, lighting the fires
to a hot scorching burn.
How I long for his touch,
to comfort my sorrows, helping me heal,
and face the tomorrows.
How I long for his touch,
his hands pressing tight, keeping me safe,
through the long lonely nights.
How I long for his touch...
But I'll never find it,
for he is now gone, my heart died with him,
as he lay in my arms.
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