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The Togetherness
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He left me bereft;
this early hour with the
light filtering through.
His scent
mine own
lingering togetherness
Hovering like a shroud over my skin
to be uncovered on his triumphant return
On the edge of wanting more,
I would be waiting with fanfare poised,
remembering the harmonies made with
every moment of my breathing
He left me bereft;
this early hour with the
light filtering through.
His scent
mine own
lingering togetherness
Hovering like a shroud over my skin
to be uncovered on his triumphant return
On the edge of wanting more,
I would be waiting with fanfare poised,
remembering the harmonies made with
every moment of my breathing
Published 24th Dec 2015
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