Haunted

the way your eyelids flutter just as you wake, the way your foot whispers on the carpet...

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Haunted

I am haunted by you
     pleasantly aware
          of your presence
     as much a part 
          of me as my shadow

the way your eyelids flutter
     just as you wake
          the way your foot 
               whispers
                    on the carpet

your heavy and joyful sigh
     just at sunset
          as though a piece 
      of your soul were 
                     joining the sky

your voice soft
     as spring breeze through
          white curtains
     murmurs
         my name from
               another room 

     (I love the way your tongue 
           wraps around my name)

I follow your scent
     through darkening halls
          but never find you

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Sean Downing, poet, musician, teaches high school English and Theater Arts in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. He can often be found in his woodshop, coaxing music from odd scraps of junk, or haunting the trout streams around southwest Colorado. If you see him, don’t tell anyone: they’re probably looking to get an honest day’s work out of him.

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