poem
31
be away from you
in memory waiting to hear your voice
mountain river in search
aromas perfume the night
the zenith of
single evening being far from you
jealous of eyes will see
every night when you return your hungry
refuge from biting your mouth provocative Lip
fire that burned at this nostalgia
be away from you
not be thousands of miles
or ten-hour flight is
dream you want to spend the night
dozing and waking as rock
indifferent gray
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