#112

I thought of you in a far far away land
Where my thoughts were alien
When my body wasn’t even mine
Only whispers in the wind
Only them I could feel
And your name
So tentative, so shy
Playing at the edges of my dying sanity
L. O. V.E
Whispers..
A face…
Taunting; in, out..
At the edge of my drugged imagination
M. I. N. E
Even when I couldn’t get ahold of you
Scents..
Your scent on the wind
Caressing..
Like a ghost of something so familiar
Filling me up
Drenching
And finally..
My soul heaves..
To behold the sight that is you
Oh so beautiful…
Beautiful. Mine. Love..

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