Waking
his fragrance melts my frozen heart
I am gently pulled under
I rush to meet the power of the tidal wave
My mind dives into the familiar arms
my other senses are absent from the mirage
waking I reach for the empty side
the fire of longing licks at my essence
there is no relief
every swallow is dry and painful
each beat signals my ache
Copyright © Cristina Salinas | Year Posted 2012
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