I am utterly lost in her

Without enough

Distraction

My mind turns

To her

And the feel

Of her

Skin

Beneath my

Fingertips,

Or the taste

Of her

On my

Lips and tongue.

When the rest

Of the world

Drops away,

She returns-

At first

Like a shadow,

But then growing

Back into

A vivid haunting

Of the senses.

Her gentle perfume,

The smoothness of her

Skin,

The softness of her

Hair,

And the taste of her

Lips pressed to mine-

No less real

In memory

As they are

In reality.

Until the return

Of other thoughts,

I am utterly lost

In her.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 3, 2010