
fingers outstretched through space, and time, deft clutch,
feeling so much, you were here,
now gone, yet the senses
still
tickle
with your touch
burning
with desire, loving from within, learning more about
the nature of reality
seen in your
skin
beauty holds me hard, while love blossoms like an
apple tree…heart, absorbing the
shards
and
giving me more moments, than the sun provides
in all of its bestowments
of
glory
a
story
of healing with the warmth kindled from years of patience,
now living, loving, and basking
in
the presence
of your radiance…
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