Writings

i caught
a glimpse
of her
from across
the
room
and
everything
and
everyone
around me
lost its color
lost its taste
lost its shimmer
i whispered
into her ear
....who are you
....where have you been
....why did it take so long
for you
to come
and
sweep
my heart
away
i held her kiss
against my lips
my soul caught up
my body race ahead
into a place
i had never been
but
knew
I wanted
to
visit
.......often

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