AdonisAnd as I lie tranquil in this vast, blue August field, The chill of the saccharine breeze kissing my skin, I remember your warm, steady hand on my cheek And that apprehensive affection in your eyes, And wonder if perhaps, on rare occasion, Your mind might wander to the thought of me And those distant, frigid January days And sense the dull ache of a forgotten moment, The heat of my skin pulsing through your fingertips Like the gentle lap of pacific sunset waves, And miss me as desperately as I miss you.Adonis
Waiting
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