Present
Your lips are slightly partedwhen you sleep
How I long to kiss them
I can feel the warmth
of your breath on my face
Yet you feel oceans apart
I am wide awake, yearning
for connection, for closeness
Our dialogues on repeat in my mind
I move in to enter your embrace
and your arms invite willingly
I smell your sweet distinct scent
So subtle, yet surprisingly strong
this peace I feel around you
I ache to live in this present always
March 11, 2010 - NV
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