Window Seat

Sitting in the window I can feel your presence.    
Still, I drift into myself 
Finding you.     
My hand on your shoulder,                          
My skin remembers your lines, your texture,        
Curved and smooth.                                 

Sitting in the window I can feel your presence.    
Listening as you sing softly                         
I hear nothing else.
Your voice dominates. 
Gently, the medium positively resonates.

Sitting in the window I can feel your presence
Aflame in my senses.
By candlelight.


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