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A Poem for a Stranger

I donít even know your name
And yet you have
Made me
Anticipate your next word
With breathlessness,
Wonder at your masculinity
Your power
Dream of your touch
With unrelenting thought.

I donít even know your name
And yet I have
Gazed at your image
With amazement
Heard your poetry
Over and over
Taken you to my bed
And held you to the morning light.

I donít even know your name
And yet
You invade my every thought
You touch me here and here and here
You fill my life with desire.

Linda Hill
@November, 2004