Contributor: Linda M. Crate

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I miss my lover when he's gone
he chases the darkness from my dawn
and fills my heart with love and joy
with a passion that would char troy -
he treats me as if I'm a rich queen
to me he is never truly ever mean
I love the caress of his hands on
my flesh whether it be midnight or dawn
he can kiss away my sorrows so sweetly
and he is the only man that can complete me.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native currently migrated to Maine. She has a degree in English-Literature and her poetry and short stories have appeared in many publications the latest of which include: Birds Eye reView, Mirror Dance, Blue & Yellow Dog, Crisis Chronicles Online Library, Super Flash Fiction, and Dead Snakes.