Atmosphere

There is something lingering

In the air

I can feel it.

I can feel it

Just as sure as

I can hear

his voice

Resonant in my ear

A sliver of him

Here

The air is soft with it,

With the silent Echo

of conversation,

it is Saturated

With caring

with hunger

A Sensual

Aching

The softest sighs.

I rest beneath

This cloud

That hovers

Over my bed.

This atmosphere

created

By Weaving words together,

Affectionate words

Loving phrases

Whispered into the air

Forming an ethereal thing

It lingers,

This mist

Translucent tapestry

I revel

As I rest

Wondering

If it will

Cover me

Warm me

While

I

dream…

leah

4/2018

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