Love letter # 547

Lately – cannot say why – I have sensed you like the presence of weather. Close like the tropical night. I have dreamt of you fifteen times; and there we have danced, like we never did. You kissed me in these visions as I still wish you would. And when my eyes are open, for a few moments I ache. But then, in the morning sun, the light falls as touch. You are the radiant warmth, and I am illuminated once more. By my love for you. Flower of your absence.   





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