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Who will love me tonight?
Who will love me tomorrow?
Nobody.
Somebody?
Anybody?
Will you?
Whose hands will set me free?
Whose scent will mix with mine?
Whose lips will eat me?
Whose eyes will drink my soul?
Somebody’s.
But he’s a ghost – a nobody.
I give myself to ghosts.
They love me – as I love them.
We speak of love;
We share unafraid,
We climb the ladder, labyrinths of ecstasy.
We do not fall or get entangled.
Entwined in memories,
We never speak again.
Of what?
The whispers cling to walls in places – dark and hidden –
Where you took me.
I opened up to you,
And you were open.
We drank each other; watched, bewildered,
The moment…
When pain has eased its grip and set you free… to feel.
You smile and breathe.
You tell me that you love me.
I only nod.
Then all is quiet.
No words are left.
No thoughts required.
My throbbing heart – the only memory of what has been.
Who will love me tonight?
Nobody.
I will.
(c) Vica Miller
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