I can still feel you;
the irrepressible trace
of ethereal touch
and the calm mellifluous flow
of your fragile words.
My soul aches for you;
the ineffable warm caress
of love on my tongue
and the solitude of twoness
in a midday tryst.
This fresco of fragmented emotion
clings to the background of every irrelative thought
but as my heart will sooner confess
it is not an adverse circumstance
Poetry
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