About Longings

Thirsty, I drink your fragrance, and touch your cheeks with

Both hands, the same way you cradle a miracle in your soul.

Our closeness burns as we stand eye to eye

Yet you whisper  “I miss you so …”

Deeply, secretly, eagerly

Like I’m wandering exiled in another world.

TA

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