Opiate Dream
There is a thirst
of many days
restrained in our body,
chained words on lips of dreams...
I think of her
the smell of oak essence,
memories of magnolia,
the salty wind of the sea returns...
She says she will be here
in just a few days,
her presence floats for a moment,
I wrap my whole being anxiously!
At that moment of full sensation,
my hands are sunk in grapes,
and my body feels surrounded
by her loving arms...
~
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
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