I felt you on a Monday morning
reaching out
between the veil that displaces our present
confines of time,
call it miles
call it geography
yet, your touch was real
upon my skin
and I knew

it was a Saturday night
and I was home, alone
alone with thoughts of you.
your voice inside my head
reminding me
taunting me
driving me towards the edge,
and in a moment
a flash,
you were here
right beside ...

we drifted towards ecstasy's door
closer and faster with each excited cry,
as the harvest moon smiled above

05/23/2009

Posted on 05/23/2009
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