She is there, pillow deep,
jasmine, lily, nutmeg
scented skin….
With each breath reality
blends with dream,
and his eyes struggle
for truth in his satin sea.
Slowly empty weights his arms.
The chill of gone raises goose bumps
where her perfumed body
had poured sunlight across his chest.
He turns to the nightstand beside his bed.
She always leaves a note….
Gone….He doesn’t like how it feels.
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Wonderful play with feelings
for truth in his satin sea."
pure bliss to read your piece!