Away
When I am away from you too long
distant dry winds
sweep across me,
hardening my skin
until it begins to flake and itch.
The moisture of your penetrating touch
eludes me,
I am caught in the cage
of nine to five.
Inside the house of responsibility
the softness
of your gentle rain
cannot nurture my roots.
Sometimes I notice.
I miss you, my loves.
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