By AnaBanana75
Date: 2006 Mar 17
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[[2006.03.17.05.20.13503]]

Sanctified

Here I sit,
unable to sleep just yet;
thinking that
nothing is better than this.
Sitting here,
drunk on vodka
that smells like
rubbing alcohol;
reeling from the feel
of human touch-
thinking of you.
Feeling alive,
knowing
possession =/=
love;
happy to love you,
grateful to know you;
willing to not have you;
knowing that you
wake to the sight
smell
touch
taste
feel
of another-
accepting it.
Life goes on
and so must I.
I could cry
For the beauty
of feeling-
of reeling from your touch.
I don't need to own you;
I feel it's my right
to love you.