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The Morning Light

The Morning Light

The morning light   
Crawls across my face,   
Caressing it like a gentle kiss.   
Thoughts of you overwhelm my mind   
Leaving me in tangles.   

I find your message on my phone.   
A poem. 
As I read, 
I bask in the warmth   
Of your prose, 
Being bathed in its beauty.   
Though the words are not for me,   
The desire wells inside me   
To be the muse to your art,   
To shape your imagination   
In the form of my body.   

How I long to touch your face.   
For your fingers to softly graze   
My cheek as your gaze   
Slowly suffocates me.   
To feel the pressure of your mouth   
Against mine until 
My every thought   
Is reduced to ash 
From the fire   
That engulfs me.

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“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” 
― Plato

 

​​​​​​​Magnificently crafted first entry !!

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