Letters Of Completion Community Service

A mouth that was not my mouth.
Eyes that were mine. Search
so long and each I thought so find.
I burst into caresses that were not mine, I dissolved
a passion stolen.
closed my eyes and I wanted to let go,
felt hands were not mine, nor
brushed skins were.

always come back to that place in the distance
myself where I am always
and which at times left,
to go looking.

I just have ... nothing. I owe nothing, ask nothing. Walking

find the nectar that makes me go ...