Soft the night
That wraps around me
With velvet darkness
And satin winds.
I drift within
A downy dream,
Lost for hours
To a waking world
As I search for
I know not what...
A touch?
A caress?
A loving word?
Perhaps it is only
To see your face,
So dear,
So familiar,
And yet
Unknown,
For no matter
How often you appear,
You are but a shade
Behind a cloak
Of secrecy.
So I haunt the mists
Of my primordial soul,
Hungry
For what only you
Can give.
Please
Meet me here
In this place
Devoid of time,
Let it envelop us
And make us
Eternally,
Ecstatically,
One.
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