Sometimes in the evening

between the quiet hours

and my sanity,

I think of you.

And hunger

for the essence of our space.

An emptiness erupts.

Deep within me, I begin to ache.

If I could just hold you in my arms

until forever,

I could make it till tomorrow.

Bring your body back to mine.

My arms are hungry to hold you

My body eager for your touch.

Come fill me with your sweetness

and our rhythm

And your soul tender from loving

what I am.

Make me sane again.

Let me be who I am

when I'm with you.

An imp - a gypsy -

a monarch butterfly.

A child - a woman

loving and enjoying us.

~(C)~
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