Morning Meds

 
Breathing deeply
drawing in cold peace from
 an arid desert, frigid,
though
winter refreshed

Meditative loneliness
magnetically attracts my senses
casting spells, consuming me

Loving her chilling embrace on nights
when her thoughts penetrate
and I can think of no one other
but why would I even try

Her Spirit feels nearer
sometimes

Rays from the moon
still find their way
tapping me on the shoulder
reminding me
she is still with me

I rest in peace this morning
and my meds
my meditation is one of
Beautiful lust

Shshshshshhhh, from the winds
of romantic Her, I could have
sworn
I heard sweet somethings
whispers
embedded on a wave
of air current,
currently

I am comforted
by the fact that I am
and I am the one
the only one
for her...

even within the cold
of this early morning
hike,
thoughts of her,  
warms me and finds me
smiling remembering
her seductive voice

And now morning chills
are no longer cold