I see you there… with no surprise.
I look for you in night’s slumber.
In my mind, somewhere in the mist.
You walk in whispers…
Drift like a dancer in her prime.
Your eyes call to me…
I answer with my very breath… you smile.
Anticipation fills my chest…
I have little time… memory's touch...
The perfume of youth…
The salt of your desire.
And again, you escape my grasp…
Flirting with my love.
You drift into the shadows…
Waiting still...
Shannon R Killman
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