Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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Cold night, feeble light
from grandfather's lamp
legacy to be lost
and I
dreaming again
of you

I miss my body
when it was with your body

I miss my mind
when it was wrapped tight
in your coils
the coals
of a love red-hot and radiating

I miss a time
when lamps of mine
were never lit
yet the rooms were so bright
and only because you were smiling
and only because we were making love
and smiling
as one.


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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.