C.T.

My very soul
Deliriously thirsting for a passing graze
of your hand on mine
A thousand cherubs enviously strive for your gentleness
No!
A solitary look will do
Will overload, flood every empty crack
Satisfy every living need
Your brown eyes,
Spaniards searched continents
For the life-giving fountain which unassumingly hides in your eyes.
You voice, lips,
Biblical proverbs describing the lavish garbs of the flowers of the fields
All of which compare none
To the eternal rolling waves which lull my demons into a sweet purr
Silencing all self-doubt
Renewing life with your every exhalation
Undoubtedly our souls
Inseparably intertwined by love
In lifetimes long past.

Author's Note

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