I drink in thy presence:
Rising with aurora glow,
The sight of thee
blindeth these eyes from light—
I hath only thee to see.
Under canopy of stars,
with the smooth touch of evening zephyr,
thou comest to me
when my senses art gone.
Without her rising from slumber,
I durst to close the distance,
looking at thy shadowed face— re-acquainting;
Familiarizing the elixir of thy scent.
Almost within reach—
A sleep away to eternity.
I savor each moment
and collect thy memories
ere thou takest thy leave.

© Gheeneil


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