The Moon and Your Scent

Black
star-studded sky
Moon
shrouded in mist
Wind
cold, wet, biting

No fear
of the dark
No discomfort
from the wet wind

Your memory
smile
eyes
warm me
No need
for a jacket
Or sitting around a fire

Such power
beauty
goodness

Only your touch
your scent
your lips
are missing…..

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11 October, 2012

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