do you feel
these soft lips,
whispering
on the misty breeze?
whispering,
and calling you back,
back to me?
dreams of yesterday
wisp on by,
like clouds
racing across this starlit sky.
such sweet ferocity
tangled up within.
the gentle calamity
true fascination brings.
rhapsody of possible delights,
ringing deep in my bones:
my song,
sung just
for you.
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