Arrows of darkness,
Shades of night,
Fly over my windowsill.
Waiting, hoping, bated breath,
Could they be signs of you?
Smooth butterscotch skin,
Silken touch,
My fingers gliding, sliding.
Gently, softly, touching here,
Glide, touch down beside me.
Stretching so lightly,
Breathing soft,
Light ephemeral shadow.
Transparent yet real,
Dream to feel,
My deep wounded heart you heal.
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Very beautiful Rob. Love it
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Thanks Chris!
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