and you were there
- or the ghost of you -
a phantom trace
of fingers at the small of my back
feather-light gust of breath
unsettling the hair
at the nape of my neck
in the corners of my perception
i hear your voice
calling me back
to bed
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
and you were there
- or the ghost of you -
a phantom trace
of fingers at the small of my back
feather-light gust of breath
unsettling the hair
at the nape of my neck
in the corners of my perception
i hear your voice
calling me back
to bed
written for a moment
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