Your fingertips across my skin
Every morning every night in my mind
Butterfly kiss Eskimo kiss
A breath away, trembling flames
inside my heart
Is he though art?
When my soul travels with your fingertips
I miss your skin Your breath that captures mine
Will he ever . . .
If he ever . ..
and ocean waves do roll
and the merciful whispering wind still comes to me
and the cawing of seagulls takes me away for a while
It is just another night
Ride the wind currents with me but that I didn’t hear
I am not here and neither is he

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