How is it that I feel your breath
dancing in my own chest?
No touch or taste now,
Just pastel shadows of past ecstasy,
or is it yet to come?
Washes of color
dance through my soul
playing a teasing game of hide and seek.
I float upon their waves,
My view expansive and far,
Taking in breaths of my own,
and exhaling the scent of some unknown,
only to, once again,
find myself adrift on still waters.
Time is inconsequential here,
in the deepest heart,
mingling with premonition
at once languid and pulsing,
fills my heart’s cavities
with a delicious and trembling echo…
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