Love letter # 163

Tonight, on my walk, I conjured you up; the light, the music, the softening air. It was like your touch, your soft hand on my arm, finger extended. You were on my skin again. Delicious.

I swear you were walking with me tonight and we were in our bliss. Everything perfect once more. Still you and me. That wonderful fire between us. That dance we once danced.

Now my body is the store of that treasure – and you are never far away.

That star we gave birth to – it still blazes in the sky. I see it when it’s dark outside and the clouds have blown away.

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