On Wings of Time
Enraptured
Right here, in this misty moment
Missing you,
My soul burns
Feeling pulsation of your being.
This warmth, courteous as zephyr breeze
Invisible as new moment's gift, meeting you
I'll savor this consuming sting of torment
Needing you.
Such ravenous hunger
Hounding me like Cupid's stare,
I must simmer, but
All I see, and feel, and breathe,
Embraces us.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2022
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