Thursday, June 19, 2014

This Craving

Lullabys in A minor
Without seeing
I feel your presence

This craving.

Against my chest
I want your essence
In the center
Sweetly syllabic
You intone
Perfect cacophony.
This storm
Of epiphany,

I am your muse
Never bowing
Always listening
My king
I feel everything.

You imbue
Perfect resonance.
Craving your lips
Yet, unseen.

My dreams
This revery....
This craving.

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