"Love is the mystery between two people, not the identity." --John Fowles
Are you a ghost or a dream,
You who holds me so tenderly
In the small hours
Of the night?
I feel the rough softness
Of your hair-kissed skin
The warmth of your breath
Upon the back of my neck
Micromoments
Before you kiss it;
But, as always,
You keep your face
From my gaze
So I've never known
Who you are,
Who you've always been
These many years of nights
Spent together.
Are you Cupid
To my Psyche?
Are you my own personal god
Slipping between my sheets
With the understanding
That I must never try
To discover
Who you are?
Though I may wonder
I promise,
I will await you
And your loving
On your terms
If you will only
Keep coming
Back to me.
Sooooo beautiful this is. It returns me to the memory of Jim (A Love who had 'passed away') came to hold me in the dawn of a dream. . .and in my heart I knew his spirit had really come to hold me and tell me, "Everything will be OK."
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