Monday 3 April 2017

EPONYM



His soul brushed past mine
In an intense parade
Of softly glowing fireflies
At once infinite peace
And glorious explosions
Wordlessly rending my skies

His fragrance
Etched upon my bones
Each breath a tattoo on my heart
Soft whispers
A balm for my weary soul
Each lingering touch splits me apart

When storms touch down
Within my eyes
Dappled moonbeams shield my pain
Each exhale, an exquisite agony
l die
Till his inhales, birth me again

I've known love before
But this...
Soft as snowflakes, warm as summer rain
An alien fever
Inexplicable
So I just call it by his name 

MS




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