Then back to the living dream
There is a fragile beauty in your shiver
And in the visible waves of your emotions.
Your ephemeral taste drifts through my world
Like your perfume, mockery of your scent.
Your predatory kiss lingers like a pulse through
Me, invisible subject of your delicate love.
Your artificially soft and golden breath of hair
Swirls about my lips like the music of your uncertainty.
Your body trapped against my hips brings reality close
Just for a second...
Then back to the living dream of hearing your voice
In the loving whispers of the real golden sunset.















Comments
Verrrrrry atmospheric, and very real at the same time, to such a degree that it makes me feel as if I'm there.
Haha, I wouldn't have noticed all the possessive pronouns if you hadn't mentioned it, but you pulled it off brilliantly.
Really is lovely.
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